A new dawn. Looking around with fresh eyes. Catching sight of a box wrapped in colorful paper. Rushing over to it, clapping with joy. Eagerly¬†ripping¬†the paper off and¬†peering inside – and nothing is there.
Another box is spied with even more beautiful wrapping paper. Elbowing others out of the way in the stampede to reach it.¬† Tearing away¬†the paper¬†in anticipation and hungrily peering inside – and nothing is there.
Confusion. Boredom. Filling in the time with self-loathing.
Another box comes into view, a larger box, covered in glorious gold paper with crimson ribbons tied in a magnificent bow. Trampling over everyone else, punching them, knifing them, stepping over their corpses, eyes fully focused on the prize. Finally reaching the box and¬†carefully unwrapping the¬†gold paper, heart pumping, breathing faint, hands trembling.¬†A moment’s pause and then peering inside with a gulp – and nothing is there.
Cynicism. Falling into drink. Wanting to die.
A flicker of hope as another box, a little box wrapped in plain paper, is glimpsed.¬†Wearily stumbling over at a¬†slow pace. No one around. Clawing at the paper half-heartedly. Peering inside with little¬†expectation – and nothing is there.