Day 3

I realize that might sound like an old senile man. I know life isn't a Disney movie where everyone gets a happy ending. After all I've seen, all the suffering I've endured, I think the only thing, the most human thing we can possibly do, is to chase that happy ending anyway. If we stop believing, stop chasing our dreams, then we’ve stopped living. Instead, we become empty vessels, living from day to day, breaking our necks on the 9 to 5 wheel for paychecks and the weekend. An empty existence, devoid of meaning.

Looking back at everything I've just written, I think I might be the perfect candidate to starts my own cult or religion. I’ve certainly become very preachy. I guess if there is just one meaningful word, a sentence that will capture someone's attention then all of it will be worth it.

On another note, I have finally decided what I will call the blog that I intend to post this on: A Traveler's Journey. It might be a bit cliché, but it really captures what I am trying to do here.

There is a young boy who lives just down the street from me. He is the one who helped me set all of this up. I guess I'll also ask him to read this first and help me sort out all of these random thoughts that are running through my head. I'm sure he'll be able to turn it into something coherent.

The other day he talked to me about something. I’m not sure if he would want me to share it, but for the timing being I am the only one who can read this, so I think it'll be fine. He told me he had been with someone for the very first time. I was shocked he'd share this with me but remained silent because of something I saw in his eyes. He looked lost, scared. The experience had left him feeling violated in more ways than one. When I reached out to touch him, to try and comfort him, his entire body trembled.

Why do people do this to each other, I wondered. Why do they hurt each other without even thinking about it? Do some people not recognize the pain they inflict on others?

Back when I was a young boy myself, I encountered various men and women who terrorized those around them. They all seemed to take pleasure in what they did. My mother used to tell me that they were just insecure, hiding theirs owns fears. Now they are the CEO's of huge banking companies. They are my doctor, my dentist, and the homeless guy out there on the street. Did their choices have any consequences?

The universe never plays fair and it doesn't owe you anything. Of course, that wasn’t what I said to the frightened boy in front of me. I comforted him and told him the pain will fade eventually, but that it will always stay with him. We mustn't fight the pain, but be stronger despite it. We can only move forward if we allow it to be a part of us.