Journey Of Ashira

Ashira's Journey: A Quest for Meaning Prolog: The Empty Canvas Ashira stood before the mirror, his reflection a stranger to his own eyes. At 22, he should have been full of life and ambition, a college senior ready to take on the world. Instead, what stared back at him were lifeless eyes, devoid of spark or hope. With a heavy sigh, he picked up his paintbrush and palette, turning to face the blank canvas before him. His hand moved without purpose, seeking something lost in the white expanse. Painting after painting he had created, yet none could fill the void within. Each brushstroke seemed to mirror his empty soul, every color a reflection of his unending confusion. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors, Ashira found himself unable to appreciate its beauty. He wondered why he couldn't feel what others seemed to feel so easily. Why did life feel so hollow? Unconsciously, his hand began to form a face on the canvas. The face of a m...