Awakening

Under the cold, neon glow of the unyielding digital landscape, Elara sat at her desk, racing against time—her fingers dancing over the keyboard. The hum of her computer was accompanied by the rhythmic ticking of clock hands, marking another hour lost in her relentless quest for perfection. Her office, once a sanctuary, now resembled a chaotic battlefield littered with takeaway coffee cups and discarded energy drink cans. She paused, glancing at the blinking notification that appeared on her screen, the latest alert from her employer. No respite in sight.

Yet, this oppressive grind was only a reflection of her life outside of this pixelated prison, which hummed with unfulfilled dreams. An aspiring digital artist, Elara had traded her paintbrush for the monotony of corporate design. In a flash of memory, she could see her younger self, passionately creating art that had the power to evoke emotions from strangers—colors swirling on canvases, each brushstroke a declaration of freedom. But with each work project she completed, the vibrant hues of her soul faded further into grayscale.

“You should stick to what you’re good at,” her mother had said during one of their increasingly rare phone calls. Those words echoed in her mind, but she had misinterpreted them. Instead of motivation, they bred a compulsion to conform—to live a life that adhered to societal approval points. Each entry in her art journal became a testament to what she couldn't or wouldn’t allow herself to pursue.

Suddenly, the office door burst open, and Chad, her outspoken coworker, interrupted her thoughts. “Hey, E! Did you see that viral video of the sunset emerging from the city skyline?” he exclaimed, his eyes alive with excitement. “It’s almost as if the city is on fire!”

Elara forced a smile, but the flicker of interest in sunsets was snuffed out by her bustling schedule. “Yeah, I saw,” she replied, her voice flat. “But I’ve got deadlines.”

Chad inclined his head, a mixture of pity and understanding flashing through his expression. “You know, El, there's more to life than chasing pixels. Have you thought about taking a step back?” He pivoted and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

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His words lingered, becoming woven into her thoughts. Each night she returned to her cramped apartment, her heart palpitated in rhythm with her chaotic life. Sometimes, she thought about that old sketch of a sunlit hilltop she had abandoned, the one that symbolized freedom and unrestrained imagination. Agonizingly bittersweet, it haunted her, rising and fading like the fleeting sunlight in those canvases of her youth.

On a particularly stormy evening, Elara reached a breaking point. The anxiety of deadlines mounted like an insurmountable wave about to crash over her. She discarded her duties for the night and stumbled out into the rain, a chilling reminder of reality pressing down. Her breath misted in the air as she wandered the streets, aiming for the glow of her favorite café, The Pigeonhole, a hidden escape known for its eclectic décor and artistic crowds. This place was a tapestry of creativity that called to her like a siren.

As she walked, the beauty of the world itself seeped into her consciousness—a mere attribute of the life she forsook. She noticed the sudden burst of color in a shop window, newly painted canvases draped in hues of blue and gold, evoking visions of serenity and warmth. Something inside her ignited. Bursting into the café, she was met by the soft hum of conversation and the rich aroma of espresso. Elara settled into a worn leather chair, her heart steadying as the impending weight of her to-do list lifted.

Then, the walls started to melt away in a haze of memories. She remembered the starry night when she painted her first mural, breathing life through swirls of paint under a canopy of hopeful stars; her excitement palpable as she invited the universe into her art. Daring to recreate that essence, she took out her phone and began scrolling through the images she'd saved, indexed by moments of inspiration that thrilled her spirit.

Days turned into weeks, and whispers of change rippled through her life. The remnants of her strict work regiment frayed against the transformative sketches she began creating in her newfound haven. Her heart soared each time she shared her art on social media, revealing a refreshing truth; she could tug at the threads of creativity while averting the liturgical grip of productivity that stifled her soul.

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Then came the unforeseen twist: the café owner decided to host a monthly art competition. The topic was “Awakening”—the very essence of Elara’s metamorphosis. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she submitted her mural, a fusion of her ambitions and dreams that sprung from the depths of her heart. The day of the reveal was monumental; words of encouragement from Chad and fellow creatives infused her confidence as she stood in front of the crowd, unveiling a tapestry of colors that shimmered and danced, a portrayal of both struggle and empowerment.

In an epiphany that left her breathless, Elara understood that life would always be a complicated blend of work and creativity, but she had learned—at last—how to weave joy into the fabric of her everyday existence. A beautiful sunset symbolizing her new beginning painted itself in her mind; life was no longer a race against time but an immersive experience ripe for exploration. And as the eyes of the world caught the spark she had infused into this mural, Elara knew she was promised not just survival but an exhilarating adventure into artistry.

And in that moment, she began to live again.

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy

The Source...check out the great article that inspired this amazing short story: Work Addiction in a Post-Work World: Letting Go of the Busy Trap

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1 comment

Battlestar
Battlestar

gotta say, feeling this vibe. it’s like, we’re all just chasing pixels, right? life’s way too short to drown in deadlines. elara’s journey hits hard — don’t let that creative spark die out ✨. let the art flow!

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