How many of us feel it? How many of us focus on anything but what is holding us in place? How many of us feel the grasping tendrils and thorns tearing at our ankles…then consciously decide to turn a blind eye because it’s easier to take the known pain than the unknown risk? We doubt our own desires.
The pain could stop if we moved. We could break through the tangle and trash if only we tried…
But then again it could get worse. Are we really willing to risk that the change we think we want is actually going to be better than what we have now? If we aren’t 100% certain then is it actually worth taking the risk? Where’s the guarantee? Is what we have right here and now really that bad?
As I write this I am sat looking out of my front room window, watching men in hard hats stoically dig up the road by my house. They are laughing with each other, despite the heat of the day and they seem to genuinely be having a good time. There’s a forklift that has been used to demolish buildings, dig through concrete and is now clearing rubble to make way for whatever comes next in the history of this particular stretch of the British Isles.
A mother just steered her kids around one of the many pot-holes that have developed after the year long reconstruction of this area. I could hear their high pitched giggles and it made me smile.
Life is happening all around us, every day. People are born, they grow, they contribute their part to the society they live in and then they pass away; back into the circle of carbon and stars that we are all made of.
Jim’s world was full of nothing but monotony and run of the mill criminal activities. with nothing interesting looming on the HORIZON, the arrival of a new student is just the distraction he was looking for.
Dean is looking to leave his past behind him. starting afresh in a new school and new country was THE best idea he ever had. Unfortunately for him, fate had other plans.
PG13: Magic, tragic pasts and monsters. Have fun!
Jim woke up with a jolt and stared at his beige ceiling. He turned to his left and stared at his beige wall for a bit before deciding to get out of his cream coloured bed and pad over to his crisp white computer. Boring. Life was just so boring.