The Adventures of The Unadventurous - Pt. 1

He walked the long road looking back occasionally to make sure no one was following him; because although he wasn't scared he was still cautious, and had always been this way. It was noted in jest that he was the first, usually the only, to ask whether what was about to take place was a good idea. Maybe it was his cautious nature that had seen him prefer the comfort of familiarity to the excitement of the unknown since the day he was the young boy - lost in a crowd. It wasn't that he had no desire to step into the unknown; it was just that his temperament had never let him. He admired those who went on great journeys, especially if they went alone, and even more so if they were unsure of where their travels would take them. However, he knew he would never belong to those precious few whose only fear was what they knew too well.

He had been walking for almost two hours and the back problems that had accompanied him through the latter part of his life were starting to cause a small amount of pain. He had fallen from a tree in his early twenties, landing awkwardly and never fully recovering. Knowing full well that he was lost he felt sad that he was not further from his house; because only reaching the outskirts of your own town could hardly be called an adventure, and getting lost after only walking for a short while could definitely be seen as a failure.


- Rose*