The fear of the dark from yesturday shakes me even to this day. Its been several years since then. 23 to be exact. I'm older now. More wisdom,more strength. But with also more aches and pains. The trail has gone odd. It seems that the trail diverges more and more. It confuses even the wisest traveler on the trail. I come to a dead end and I feel almost useless. I sit and rest my weary body unable to think. How could this happen? How could the trail just end here? Should I just give up?.....No I must go on. I must find a way to the path I need. I climb a near by tree farther back on the trail and I see the pathes all the twists and turns lay before me with all the secrets and excitments filling me at once. I see all the hikers, travlers, scouts and others taking all the roots possible. I see one. The one most enticing to me and with the best outcome i map out in my head from the top. After the decent down I stride up the path I took and down the ones that make me the man I am now.
Half way to the end
The Traveler
YOU ARE READING
The Traveler
Historia CortaHear the story of the travelers journey. This story is meant to appeal mainly to people that go through rough times and need something as a pick me up to give hope
