Saturday, October 17, 2009

Chapter 2

He walked out of the front door, down to the sidewalk, and stopped at the street. He looked left, then back at the house. The door was left slightly open, as if it wanted him to return. He would not though, maybe ever. One final glance, and he turned to the right, facing West, and began to walk. His mind was without a worry, without a fear, and without a regret. He had feared before, had hated, had been lonely; but now it was a personal realization, one of excitement and assurance. He still remained quite alone, without a being to talk to, to call a friend, without family to call his own. However, he began to feel, as he walked towards the split in the road, that the world was no longer one in which concrete relations were a necessity to him. He would undoubtedly meet people, and he knew many of them would be kind to him, and in return he would pursue their friendship. But now, instead of expectations to be made, and time to haste his efforts, he would slowly befriend the people he felt comfortable with. And there would be no one peering over his shoulder whispering, “Hurry, go present yourself, and make a friendship. You mustn’t be alone..” No longer would he bear with the present standards to avoid isolation, to fear being alone, and be punished for expressing his own mind. He understood that he could not live his life alone, that going outside of his way to remain unheard, unseen, and unknown was not the answer to a life of loneliness. His feelings were simply mixed together, and he did not understand what exactly he was to do with himself at that time. He had spent many years alone in the busiest and connected society man has known. And yet, he remained lonely, in his house, with nothing to claim his life for. So he left his house and life of comfort and security and walked away from his lonely and time driven existence, into a life of free will and independence. And at the end of the street in which he had lived on, he turned once again and continued his walk. He may have turned left or right, north or south, but he had already made his biggest decision, which was to begin walking at all.

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