The Tale of a Traveller

The night was dark and eerie, the road: even darker and desolate. Everyone hid inside the comfort of their homes, for the outside scared them. Everyone except one; he was a traveler, walking, nay stumbling, towards a predetermined destination. His face was innocent and lacked any emotions or certainty yet his eyes were filled with experience required of a journeyman. His soul longed for a companion yet he knew he was destined to walk alone. How people could share his path but not his destination. He shivered with cold as the wind grew more hostile to his advance; his feet were becoming heavy and his head numb. He stopped. Perhaps it was time to give up and turn back… Perhaps it was time to go back and look for an alternate path; one that was chosen by him entirely. He looked back only to realize he was far too along the road to turn back. He laughed at the idea of turning back as he had been walking for as long as he could remember. He started to walk again. It had been such a long time since he had stopped and thought that he had almost forgotten what it felt like. The cold suddenly had stopped bothering him and his head was becoming clearer. “What’s the point of treading upon a path when I don’t even know where it’s going to take me?” he thought as he sat on the earthen road. He looked around but found nothing of interest as the darkness had engulfed everything in sight except the road. The wind stopped and the clouds started to scream at the top of their voice. Soon it started to rain. But he sat, as the rain drops wet his clothes, he sat… as the cold made way through his body, he sat… Finally, he got up. It was time, he had made his decision. He started to walk again but this time he wasn’t walking on the road he had traversed for so long. No, he had decided he had had enough traveling the path others had designed and as the rain poured he walked on his path as the water wiped the traces of his steps.

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3 Responses to “The Tale of a Traveller”

  1. mahlaqa Says:

    how do u know the new path is not predetermined u physicist??

  2. mind. blowing. ” Soon it started to rain. But he sat, as the rain drops wet his clothes, he sat… as the cold made way through his body, he sat… Finally, he got up.” …getting soaked is a motivator

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