An Unfortunate Realization

He woke up one morning and hated all of it.
Threw the covers off the bed.
Picked the books off the shelves one by one and read the backs.
None of it mattered anymore. He’d made it and none of it mattered.
None of it was ever interesting anyway. All part of some struggle to get to some top of some thing. Some ugly thing that now he came face to face with. He saw his life expanding before his eyes. A life at the top of this ugly thing. And he hated all of it. And knew that the thing had got him. And the remnants of his swallowed soul knew it too. He could hear them scream with rage.