(Taranis: The Writing Blog)
The party. It was too loud, there were too many people, and I didn’t want to be there. I hated the parties my company threw, how fake it all was. I needed to get away, to put my mask-face away for a time. I needed to recharge.
I wandered into the surrounding hillside, along some old animal paths worn into the dirt from years of human and animal traffic. I found a few beer cans and a frisbee along the way, as well as an oil drum dumped into the small stream by the park service, ironically enough. I moved beyond this, moving mentally beyond the places and people I was seeing on a regular basis. I moved past them, pushing myself further outside their reaches. I moved.
After a time, I was lost. But I had been lost for a very long time. Now at least my physical being was matching up with my spiritual side. I looked back at where I had been walking, where I had hiked for the greater part of an hour. I looked back, then looked forward again, deciding to stay focused on what lie ahead. The trail was starting to grow more staggering, not as straight, not as worn. No one had walked along this trail for a long time.
I also noticed the trees were changing, transforming from the deciduous oaks and elms and fruit bearing trees of the park, into the more permanent and ancient trees, the evergreen trees of the deep forests around here, the larger, fuller varieties of pines. The smell reached my nostrils, although it had probably been in the air for a long while before I noticed it. The smell of a cleansing. The green smell of pine. I smiled from within. I felt good.
I couldn’t hear the stream any longer. The silence of it, too, had probably been in the air for a long while before I noticed it. I realized that eventually I would need to turn back, to head toward civilization, to become that person once again. For now I needed to be lost, to actually feel like I was traveling somewhere, although I was decidedly going no where in particular. This wasn’t aimless though. This had a purpose. I needed to know what it was.
I needed to keep on walking, until I could find out where I was going, and what I was supposed to be doing. I needed to know what I couldn’t find out in the real world. And then I realized that this was the real world.