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.
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