Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

Walk Of Life

When I was born, I began the Walk. The walk to the End. The walk along the Path Of Life. The walk of Change. And so I began, my pace nothing but an infant's crawl, toward whatever lay at the end of the pathway. I kept crawling, testing my ability to walk along the way. Eventually, I started walking much better, and the strength of my legs grew as I walked along this path of mine. My light blonde hair turned a fair dark blonde, my eyes became darker, and I gained a few inches of height. I walked, and walked, my legs cramping, and aching, but I still pushed on. As I walked, day and night passed in a daze, as if in a dream, and I grew stronger and wiser with each passing day. As I walked, the path grew treacherous, twisting and turning this way and that, becoming rocky and pitted, getting hot and cold unpredictably. I grew into a larger vision of my younger self, my hair grew longer, eyes and hair color darker, and the path grew ever more treacherous, and seemingly endless in length. I now had a threat to my walk, I started seeing vipers along this path of mine, a blight upon a beautifully twisted path. Days, nights, years passed in a hazy, blind speed, pushing me further along this path of mine, farther into the future. I grew slowly as I went, forming into a man, dark, intense blue eyes, long, wavy blonde hair, long, thick arms, tall, well-made frame. I continued onward, ever onward into this blissful journey into the darkness of night. Day and night slowed, lasted longer, and seemed more appreciable, more beautiful, more meaningful to my journey. I decided to sit and stay a while on this path, stop and collect my thoughts, and ease my weary body. The next morning, I stood and walked once more, my pace a leisurely brisk forward march of a casual soldier. The time passed along once more, day became night, night became day, on and forever forward. I changed once more, my hair starting its slow bleeding, the color fading dully. Yet, my eyes remained, forever, the striking blue of my childhood. I continued, the path sloping down, smoothing out. The downward grade proved to be easier to gain speed. So I walked, briskly and smoothly, down this path once more. Time flew by faster, seemed rushed almost, and sped away into the future. As the days and nights flew by, I noticed the path leveled off, and that the end was in sight. An oasis lay ahead among this dusty, rocky path. As I stepped forward, my body groaned in supreme agony. I'd walked into old age. I'd walked and walked, and my body began to slow down, start seizing in places, and I knew what this meant. I became an old man in my travels on this path. Sitting, panting, and sweating profusely, I recalled an earlier time in my life. A time when even time itself meant little. When my speed was naught but a crawl. When I was young, very young. I stood, and broke into a run, these old legs of mine carrying me towards the end. I knew what Change came next, and I feared it not. I ran, painfully, old, and decrepit, towards my end. I smiled, closed my eyes, and threw my arms into the air as I stepped off of the path and into a large field. Knee deep, green grass stretched as far as the eye could see, clumps of gorgeous, simple flowers sprinkled the landscape, dotting the field. The clouds were white and scarce, but played light tricks with the land, wrapping the sky in a blissful blanket of cool air. I sat, inhaling the wind's sweet smell, carrying the delicate perfume of so many flowers. I lay back, old and tired, and began to drift as the wind breathed its way across the grassy field, singing a beautiful song of my journey. I'll just rest a while, ease this weary body of mine. I'll rest a while.......

*Note: I wrote this at exactly 2:30 this morning. I was extremely happy with this one, so it's pretty cool to publish it. If you haven't guessed, this story is about life, how people change as they get older, and how life can change as time goes by. An interesting way of looking at life, huh?