Once upon a moment a dream entered the heart of a man to embark on a quest. A journey in which the end was not yet recognized nor foreseen, but all together leaving him wanting for this road yet traveled, for this dream yet realized. As years turned leaf over leaf and winter to spring, this man of solitude, this bag of dust pressed forward never forgetting the night in which this vision of pilgrimage took place nor the surging rush of intoxicating adrenaline as he thought of the majesty of absolute freedom to roam the country. Many would call it foolishness, but it will be known as a testament to a life determined to right wrongs and slay dragons invisible to the eye, but perpetually keeping the feet of mankind on unstable ground. This man unwilling to give in to naysayers and hiss fitters looks upon the morning light for signs from above to guide his way through paths of uncertainty and shadows of doubt which trace the walkway with mists of unrecognized choices. A fork divides his road and a direction must be made. One path to epiphany and one to everyday normalness the likes of which have been played one hundred times over in his existence. A choice must be made to follow the heart or the mundane, the actions of many brave souls or be counted among the mortals who cowered in the face of adventure. He weighs the options and the scales tip towards the blue openness of heaven and the multitude who dared to explore it. He prays to be counted worthy of such a conquest, but past failure has chained him. He glides his eyes towards earth and steps forward, breaking the interlocking pieces of steel one link at a time with one foot finding ground among thorns and the other among winds of something much bigger than anyone ever assumed a man like this could ever reach…
April 26, 2012
A quest undefined.