If you love it, let it go ...
He lifted his head to the sky, the rain falling clearly on his face. Thoughts drifted back to before his journey to the jungle.
“Bill, what do you mean you’re leaving?”
“I have to go, I don’t think I could ever explain it to you but I have to go.” He picked up his suit case and started for the door again.
“How can I know what this means if you won’t tell me why you are leaving or where you are going? I don’t even know if you are going to come back.”
“I have to go some place. I will know when I get there that I have reached the place I need to be. Why, well, I wish I knew why I feel this way but I just know I need to go. If I can find this place, I will be back.” Without a second look back, he continues, “My love will guide me home.”
The memory of that moment washes over him again and again as though each drop triggers the memory in the fraction of second as it splashes. His mind racing, he ponders the meaning of this very moment. As suddenly as the rain had started that morning, the clouds part and bath him in a bright shimmering of light. A sigh comes from the depth of his lungs uncalled for, a weight from his shoulders lifted. “It is done.”
Without knowing what weight had been lifted, he leveled his eyes to the horizon and began to run. Running with the reckless abandon of a child at play, not watching his footing or what dangers lay ahead. Soon he found himself running in parts of jungle that appeared untouched and truly wild. Under brush reaching for his feet, he stumbles forward trying to keep his previous pace. His eyes search in vain to find a sign of life, civilization or anything that would tell him he has not just run away from his way home.
A clearing ahead renews his vigor, deftly he maneuvers through the tangle and find himself facing an open area. Open with a sheer drop, he finds himself flailing wildly as the earth is quickly rushing towards him. Fear strikes at his thoughts, “Oh Shi…” but he impacts just short of finishing his scream.
“Bill, what do you mean you’re leaving?”
“I have to go, I don’t think I could ever explain it to you but I have to go.” He picked up his suit case and started for the door again.
“How can I know what this means if you won’t tell me why you are leaving or where you are going? I don’t even know if you are going to come back.”
“I have to go some place. I will know when I get there that I have reached the place I need to be. Why, well, I wish I knew why I feel this way but I just know I need to go. If I can find this place, I will be back.” Without a second look back, he continues, “My love will guide me home.”
The memory of that moment washes over him again and again as though each drop triggers the memory in the fraction of second as it splashes. His mind racing, he ponders the meaning of this very moment. As suddenly as the rain had started that morning, the clouds part and bath him in a bright shimmering of light. A sigh comes from the depth of his lungs uncalled for, a weight from his shoulders lifted. “It is done.”
Without knowing what weight had been lifted, he leveled his eyes to the horizon and began to run. Running with the reckless abandon of a child at play, not watching his footing or what dangers lay ahead. Soon he found himself running in parts of jungle that appeared untouched and truly wild. Under brush reaching for his feet, he stumbles forward trying to keep his previous pace. His eyes search in vain to find a sign of life, civilization or anything that would tell him he has not just run away from his way home.
A clearing ahead renews his vigor, deftly he maneuvers through the tangle and find himself facing an open area. Open with a sheer drop, he finds himself flailing wildly as the earth is quickly rushing towards him. Fear strikes at his thoughts, “Oh Shi…” but he impacts just short of finishing his scream.