English 302
Jason M. Alexander
Kearney
A Milestone In The Middle Of Nowhere
The following is a story. Well, maybe a short story. But a story it is none the less. A story filled to the brim with hopes, dreams and expectations for every challenger of its authenticity. For every question regarding its right to reside amongst the truly great and charismatic stories written in its age. So yes, the following is a story. A story about being in love, in life. A story of epic proportions shrunk down to an offspring of its former self, but retaining all its glory in the process. So sit back, and relax you’re eyes gaze to the following words written below.
He sat at that window for what seemed like hours. As the proverbial sand slipped through the hourglass, grain by illusionary grain, he caught himself daydreaming. About what, he couldn’t really say. But he was day dreaming nonetheless. You see, it was during this daytime trance that he realized what he was supposed to be doing. Not just at that transitory wasted moment, but with the entirety of his life. He now knew what his purpose was, and he would do anything to make it a part of him.
It was four o’clock, and he began to pack his things into a weathered, brown suitcase given to him by his father when he entered the world of the higher educated. As his hands brushed the leather of the aging bag, he could hear his father’s voice in his head and all around him at the same time. His voice seemed to become everything in the room all at once. From the clock on the wall, which now read 4:06 PM, to the desk sitting in the corner next to the window, and the old oak floors he stood upon presently. He could never forget those words his father so eloquently conveyed to him, as he stood on the precipice of the rest of his life. “Always be true to yourself and who you are, and life will unfold itself around you and who you want to be. Forever keep that near your heart, and you will find happiness son.” The words reverberated in his head the way an echo bounces off walls in a diminutively undersized room. He knew he owed his father a debt of gratitude he could never repay for seeding those words of wisdom in his mind, and he was more than ready to fetch that happiness his father told him was out there. Today, he would begin the journey he should have set out on so many years ago. Today, he would become the very essence of his long, sought after dreams. Today, he would seize the moment. And tomorrow, when he found himself standing atop the world, he would shuck and devour it like an oyster.
As Collin stood on the platform at the station, waiting for the train that would take him so far away from everything he knew, he heard his fathers voice again. It ricocheted inside his head and brought a smile to his face. He slowly thought to himself, while taking in the copious amount of smells, sounds, and sights which presently lay before his senses. He couldn’t believe he was finally on his way to where he knew he should have been these past 22 years.
