One night, the starry eyed boy went to sleep and never woke up. In his place, woke a man. The was no lightening. No firecrackers. No elephants. No trumpets. No cartwheeling clowns or beautiful women with roses. It was like any other day. It was not sudden like the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. No... it was slow and almost unnoticeable. Like the tree that slowly grows taller. Like the gradual accumulation of dust. Like the slow weathering of rock into life bearing soil. Apparent, undeniable and eventual... yet invisible to the naked eye.
He wore his man shirt, his man pants, his man shoes... and walked out into the world of men and women.
Her eyes followed me all night... and I did not wonder what she saw. He told me about his mother, but I cannot remember her name. His dog died when he was four... everything dies eventually. Her sex life is of least concern to me. His dilemma about which shirt to wear does not excite me. Will it rain tonight... I do not know. Will the wind blow like this all through the day... I doesn't make a difference.
Like the sight of a colorblind man... in time, the frivolous and the pointless will slowly blend into the background and only the purposeful shall glow. When the metamorphosis is complete, I shall sit with her next to the fireplace and live on the warmth of the sacrificed embers as the years slowly burn away... and life will be complete... hopefully.
Don't be mistaken my friend, do not worry.
I have not strayed,
I have not become lost.
I just haven't reached my destination.
Forgive me for the delay,
I left the paved road some time ago,
And chose to take the path through the forest,
I could not resist.
The journey could not have been more meaningful.
For I now believe that in the woods lies The Elusive Fulfillment.