If I Leave? I Did

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If You Leave.”

Always happen when one has some choices to make, this does. Pros and cons were considered from every possible angle. One’s view might not be the same as one’s parents, friends, colleagues, and society. One aspect might fit to one’s needs but not to the others. At the end of the day, you might want to let down your ego for better surroundings, or force your ego to win while sacrificing the others, or if you’re lucky, win-win solution could be yours.

To make such choice, to leave a place where comfort and security exist, would make a fool decision. At least, that was what people said to me several months ago when I told them I’d like to leave my job after six months. Such decision had been around my head since entering the office for the first time.

It took me six months to contemplate whether to take the risk of being unemployment, lost in mist of uncertainty, and penniless. My savings wasn’t that much and I had still to live on my own. To only eat twice a day, to do my laundry even more often, and to read more books and papers, they were those risks ever running in my head.

Honestly, I haven’t found the right answer myself and there were those people still bugging me why. I guess it was of one those things you would do, should you consider yourself in unfitting circumstances. You don’t know what to do and you have been wasting your days with right brain daydreaming and left brain trying to contain those dreams so you can still function properly.

Those who wander are not always lost, I believe. I’m still in this road walking from sunrise to sunset. and keeping my head straight for a clue to make what I really wish. For those who are wandering, I wish you good luck. Should we meet in this road sometimes, hopefully you don’t mind having a cup of coffee or two with me.

Good day.

Water

Several ponds in the morning.

Ponds

At least two of them are visible in this picture.

Roads of Choice

In these days of nothing, should one be worried because of doing nothing? Some said one should when the others told not. In the midst of silence, blindness, and void, one should travel again, back and forth exhausting one’s mind and muscles, ignoring pain, and endured every hardship along the way.

There were blank papers in front, a glass of coffee (yes, you read me, a glass is not a cup) next to the chair, a new pair of speakers plugged in, some songs in Russian because English just bothering and understandable, and long hours of wild-messed mind walking. Several images of how people were walking on this very earth didn’t soothe the hardened soul and voice of loved ones were causing noise.

Right before sunrise, one rode aimlessly. The ride was old and shaky. The fact that lamp didn’t light the road sufficiently let one sharpen the broken eyesight. Endless training was a daily routine while one was waiting judgment.

The dawn was the only moment one waited everyday at which one looked up to the sky above and nothing came to mind. Mind rested and eyes closed. Souls were refreshed in blue baths as one would say and later walked again while still bleeding heavily.

The Lost Steps

This is literally the lost steps. The track is almost isolated since half of it is gone. Some pictures were taken by me and my friend. The short trip was five people including me. Welcome to the track.

Small River
Small River
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My friend watching the distance or, maybe, his phone.
Small footpath.
Small footpath.
Out from the forest.
Out from the forest.

It took us around 2 hours and it was fun. I wish I can do this again in some other weekends.

Good day, Dear Readers.