Better off?!!! How can
one be better off all alone, far away from everything he’s ever known, far away
from the rock-carved-out-of-mountain shed he called his home?... Far away from
the place where he last saw his dad resting in a hole dug in the dirt with the
felt hat sleeping on his chest…
But, decision was made and it was final.
So, he pulled up his tender roots and went across seven hills
and seven rivers and arrived to a place flat like a pancake, no mountains
anywhere in sight. What a strange land
that was! The mountains was all he ever
knew and he’d assumed that the entire earth must be one mountain range after
another. If there was no Sun in the sky
one couldn’t tell which way it was rising and which way it set.
And the boy begun to learn the east from the west in this
new world to which his skinny legs have carried him.
He could have become bitter.
He could have become angry or resentful or hateful or
suspicious of life and everything in it, people and places, traditions and
customs.
He could have tried to escape his misery and loneliness and
emptiness in any of the millions of ways people try to escape their misery and
loneliness and emptiness.
He could have, and nobody who knew his story would fault him
for it, because he had every excuse to do it.
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