There was once a chance I didn't take, a road I didn't consider. It was there the whole time as I stood at the crossroad of three, seeing only two options;and I mourn the loss of this chance. Of this adventure. For isn't it adventure that we crave more then anything? The opportunity to risk life and limb for some greater cause, to be scared senseless, to do something. To be more then just a creature on this planet.
Back to the chance I didn't take.
It was a cold, windless November morning. Salt drifting through my nose, tears sliding down my cheeks. It had occured to me then that I had to do the then unthinkable thing. I had to run away.
But to where? But why?
See part two tomorrow.
