Let’s call life a flame.  Something that needs to be fed to live.  I feel pressure.  Like driving under a mountain.  You are in this tunnel that has been built and you know on some level it is secure and it will hold, but all around you is this pressing weight of the world.  If the walls fall, then you will be crushed with ease, as though you aren’t even there.  I feel the weight, I feel it slipping, sliding around me, and there is really only one thing to do.  You smother a flame and it goes out.  I feel a spark and I fear it will fade if it isn’t tended to soon.  The crushing weight of all these things that I do not think I can stand the weight of.  It will fade, it will die.  There are horses that still run wild somewhere.  When they train a horse, destroy the wild spirit, they say they “break” the horse.  I feel like I have been broken.  I need to be let into the wild again.  To believe adventure and freedom are both still possible out there.  I need to go, to be free, even for a little while.  For my whole life my anthem was always Born to Run.  It perfectly captures the sentiments of youth and unrest.  And while I go alone, I go to be free, to get out of this town just for a little while.  All I need is to find something out there.  I am afraid.  I do not know what is out there.  I do not know how I will be alone.  I’m afraid I won’t want to come back.  I am afraid I will get scared and turn back.  I am afraid that at the end nothing will have changed and everything will be the same.  But I have to go.  Because to not, to just accept this, is a fate far worse. 

Onward to adventure!