Chapter 6

He began to see signs of himself growing, changing, not only physically, but in his mind too. It scared him a little, but at the same time he saw it as something good, a way to prove that he was really doing something special with himself. He didn’t want people to see him as a naïve traveler, looking for some greater truth that in time he would find didn’t exist. He was not unlike that traveler however, but he felt as if he knew somewhere, what he was searching for did exist. A greater truth is hidden in all of us, but there is also one to be found that applies to all living things, one of happiness and truth, of adventure and love. It was this particular truth he was looking for, or so he liked to believe. Truthfully, he had begun his adventure solely as a last effort to save his own soul, from the imminent destruction it surely faced from being forced to live by such boundaries and rules. There was nothing where he came from, nothing worth living towards, nothing worth remembering. And so he began his adventure as nothing more than a finale to his life of security and comfort, one that may on the surface provide these things, but was secretly containing him, carefully stripping him of his natural senses of love, adventure, and freedom. There were certainly times before he left his house and life in which he was truly happy, times in which he saw real beauty, felt real love, and experienced real adventure. There were these times, not frequently but occasionally, and he enjoyed them. He believed that such times were his reason to live, his reason to always keep a firm hand on both reality’s shoulder, while being gently pulled towards a life of adventure and risk.