scared

dunno why I'm sharing this one, but its fairly old, a bit before i came to Korea.

He sits there waiting, staring out the window. Questions full his mind, when is it going to begin? How it will it end? What will it take?


The journey is all but near, he knows this road he takes might not give him the answers he so desire, but that is something he will find when he has travelled it. He is taking a huge risk, he knows it but without risk all hope is dead and the faith is gone.

Its raining, its pissing down outside. Nothing to do except for sit by that window, travelling down the long goat tracks of memories. In a few days he will leave all that he knows and loves. His friends his family, all that he trusts, in the hope of achieving something new in a far off land. His dreams will be of the days back home, walking down the beach on a hot Sunday afternoon, relaxing, with his dog by his side.

None of that will happen in the middle of the north island. Going somewhere completely new, knowing no-one, but himself. The pressures of having to meet new people and make new friends, when he has heaps back here. Hell it might not even work out. Will he run or will he stay? Does he have the balls to continue with such an arduous task?

He’s scared shitless, but deep down in his heart he knows this is the right thing to do. He knows that complacency has become his middle name, and to stay any longer in this place will not help him achieve any further, and his past ideas and experiences will be relived, if action does not become his middle name.