Because of his blindness the young man, for he was still quite young, could no longer work and therefore fell into a deep depression. His work had consumed his life, and now he felt as if he had no reason to live. One day the man rose in the morning only to decide he would kill himself that day. The sun was shining brightly and the cottony clouds rolled softly across the sky, but he never would have known as he stepped out his front door.
     He began to wander through the city, paying no heed to whether he was walking on roads or sidewalks. After all, if he was killed by traffic, he wouldn't have to go through with doing it himself. Strangely, however, the man always seemed to narrowly escape the death he was seeking.
     He kept wandering well into the day. As he wandered further, the strangest things began to happen. The noise of the city grew dimmer. The sun felt warmer and friendlier on his back, and the air smelled sweeter than any perfume he'd ever smelled before. Under his feet the cold, dead asphalt gave way to a soft living carpet of grasses. The further away from the city he got, the less hopeless he felt, until finally he decided not to commit suicide, but to continue wandering in this new paradise.