The decision that Martin Willis would be willing to make was really quite clear to him. Either he would start his car to drive towards his planned destination or he would recline the driver’s seat and swallow twenty sleeping pills. The very notion of attempting the latter was commonplace for Martin. To him, ending his life was a daily regime that he had practiced for many years. Life for him was created by own crooked perception. A couple walking through a store were viewed by Martin as people happily in love, a thing he preemptively deduced forever unattainable. The smiles on strangers were interpreted as their dreams fulfilled to Martin, who never achieved his elusive contentment. This was Martin’s world , or at least how he viewed it. Many adult years of believing this distortion made him quite comfortable in deciding it was time to “throw in the towel”. The storm clouds that had been above his car suddenly dissipated and blue skies overwhelmed his windshield. It was as if the day, right then at that moment, decided to change its mind and start over. Martin felt his eyes covered in fresh warmth from the emerging sun, as his vision became enlightened. He turned the key in his ignition forward as decided to act upon his original plan. A simple drive forward towards an initial appointment with a therapist. Martin’s car sped off, the sleeping pills rolling around on the passenger’s floor still unopened in their container.