Sometimes reddit is so excellent. Sometimes. This is an awesome comment i found. "It wasn’t that I hated my life – well, not particularly, anyway. I was bored, the days passing by drearily. I didn’t have many friends – I’d always been a really quiet person. To tell you the truth, I was lonely, and quite plainly fed up with life’s dull monotony. I wanted adventure, thrill, like in all those books. It beckoned me, called out to my heart to leave my pointless existence and seek it. So I began to think about it more and more. What would it be like, to just leave one day, and to just keep on walking until I arrived at some majestic, faraway place? It was the night before my 16th Birthday when something ignited inside me. I couldn’t get to sleep. I stayed up, staring out the window, my hands clasped behind my head. I gazed at the silver summer moonlight, casting its sheen on an array of oak trees. It struck me how insignificant I was, staring up at the cosmos above. Sixteen years old, I mused to myself. And what have I done with it? Nothing interesting, nothing adventurous. I sighed. Suddenly, a strange feeling overwhelmed me, a warm burst of adrenaline coursing through my body. A grin spread across my face, and not even thinking, I got up. I got my backpack out of my closet, stuffing it with clothes, a razor, my wallet, some other necessities. I pulled out a sheet of paper, and scrawled across it in pencil: Dear Mom, Dad, Kristen, I’m leaving home for a while, so don’t worry about me. I’ll be back one day. Careful not to make a sound, I crept down the stairs, and placed the note on the kitchen counter. I slipped into the garage, taking my bike, and stealthily dragging it out the door. I looked out ahead of me. Im free, I thought to myself. I’m really free. I smiled, feeling a cool breeze waft through my hair. I began to pedal, faster and faster, the world turning to a windy blur behind me as I fled, jubilantly, from fate. I didn’t have a destination in mind, but I knew what I wanted to do – to see the world. I just kept on going. Past shops, apartment buildings, parks, streetlights whizzing past me. I didn’t even know what direction I was travelling, but I didn’t care. I started thinking. I wanted to start over – to become the person I wanted to be. My name’s gonna be…Eric. I’m from Texas. I play guitar. I don’t take shit from anyone.. I made up my identity as I sped along. I made it to a freight train station. Haha, I wonder if you can really sneak onto those things..I thought, deciding to try. I pedaled around it, seeing an open carriage with just a few boxes inside it. Eh, why not? I pulled myself onto the wooden ledge, pulling my bike with me. I shuffled the boxes around so that I was, for the most part, hidden. After a while, I could hear the engine starting, feeling the gentle rumbling as the train began to move. I peeked out from the stack of boxes, watching the world go by. The silver-tinged pine trees, the mountains, the seas of colored lights that we knew as cities. It all flew by, and my heart soared inside me, as I pondered the thrill of leaving everything behind."
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 04:18:12 +0000
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