My front porch is so close and yet so far away. Physically I can get up and walk to it, but mentally my mind wont allow it. The porch is pleasant and comfortable without much damage. The issue is not the aesthetics of the porch, however. The problem is that I want to go beyond the porch.
I want to run out in the wild. I want to climb trees bigger than buildings. I want to see all the sights that I can before my final moments. The porch is small and meager. The world is vast and colorful.
I want to shake hands with the artists and the scientist. I want to learn the old man's tale and learn the young child's secrets. I want to write a letter to a complete stranger just to tell them they are beautiful. I want to draw a picture of a beautiful woman and post it fall the whole world to see.
I would make friends and write of my journeys and the whole world will read them. Ill describe the forests in America and detail the exciting life of the people in Mexico.
If only I weren't afraid to walk past my front porch.
Several weeks had gone by since Samantha had talked her her mother. This would not seem so strange if it were not for the fact that they are living together in a small two bedroom apartment. Everyday they walk past each other. Everyday they fight for time in the bathroom getting ready.
On several occasions their eyes will meet one another's but neither one of them can summon the courage to say a few words.
This behavior began when Samantha was just a child. A terrible act had happened to her and all her mother did was stand idly by and watch. Her mother couldn't find the strength to stop her husband. So she sat as her little girl cried out for help. Tears soaked her face and blurred her vision.
Now several years later, with the evil step-father out of the picture, neither daughter nor mother can forget the horrible day.
Writing is a powerful weapon, an unique tool, and a form of expression. Many people use writing in everyday life to create an income so that they may eat and enjoy many of life's pleasantries. Many people use writing and receive nothing for it.
I do not want to be either type of person. I want to, instead, use my craft to change and create.
That is my final goal with a long journey ahead of it.
Currently I am a meager novice with a strong passion to hone my literary sword into a master's weapon.
With that being said, I understand that one does not learn great skills over night. Much practice and patience will be needed. The task of discipline will be given to no one but myself.
The most important lessons, however, will come from those of you I meet along my way. I hope that during our time together we will be able to to improve one another's weaknesses while drawing out their strengths.
All great journeys begin with a single step. I hope many of you will walk with me.
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