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The Forbidden Path
- May 25, 2018
- Posted by: 3frthyr
- Category: Blog
THE FORBIDDEN PATH
At a mere age of fourteen, I was bored with life. I was bored with the same routine life that I followed, no sense of passion or adventure. I’d been stuck at many crossroads before, but this one was different.
I stood there, uncertain of the path I wished to take. One thing I knew for sure; I wanted something different. And so, when my parents took a halt in front of some abandoned warehouse, I left myself behind on purpose while my family carried on without me to witness the Northern Lights; an event that took place only once in a decade.
It dawned on me, that I hadn’t informed my parents about my little adventure, but it was pointless informing: they’d just forbid me from doing so. I diverted from the main road and walked towards the wood that ran parallel to it. Before entering, however, I paused… giving myself the time to decide whether I really wanted to do this. In front of me was a thick canopy, one that neither contained a path nor a clear view of the destination. Entering it meant, I was leaving the safe harbor that overlooked my position in the future, and for that exact same reason, I took a step forward and into the woods.
‘You will not be able to succeed.’ My mind argued with me. In fact, I had not even the slightest clue of where I was heading. And yet there was something in my heart, saying that I was on the right path, even though there wasn’t one.
I aspired to become an author. The woods were supposed to be my source of inspiration. In reality, there wasn’t a lot of inspiring, just a lot sweat and insects. It was late in the afternoon; the original plan was to arrive beside a lake that opened out into the horizon by sunset, a plan which I decided not to stick to.
I began to think about the number of people that would be present at the location. All fighting for the same thing; a better view of the lights. I wouldn’t be one of them, I promised myself. I’ll find my own way.
I hadn’t realized how late it became until I looked up to see the sky a dark shade of red, which itself was hard to make out through the trees. I hate saying it, but the smallest feeling of regret washed over me.
‘How long have I been here? ‘I asked myself. It was getting late; my family must have reached the spot ages ago if they were able to get the spot that is. The Northern Lights would begin at midnight, which was only a couple of hours away. Could things get any worse? Of course, they can. The sunlight was gradually fading away, it was hard enough making my way during the daytime, it was going to be twice as hard during the night.
‘What if I didn’t do the right thing by entering in the first place? ‘I thought to myself. I probably should have thought about the risks beforehand. ‘But this is what I want, isn’t it?’ and yet I couldn’t shake away the feeling of dread.
My mind once again turned to another incident; the day I told my parents my ambition. I would never forget the disappointment on their faces when I told them I didn’t want to follow the same old engineering and medicine. I tried telling them, my passion for writing, but it was useless. Their mind was set up on choosing my destiny… but I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
The darkness surrounded me, engulfing me in a wave of fear. I was trying not to stumble, and fall. It wasn’t long before, I started crying. Tears began pouring down my cheeks. I wanted something different… I thought to myself. But now I have nowhere to go, not a clue where I was, and I wondered if my family would ever try finding me after what I did.
They say hope shines brightest in the darkest of times. In my case it was literal. I observed a small streak of white light shoot across the sky in front of me. Then another. I picked up the pace and ran straight ahead. After a while, the place cleared out in front me. The woods were no longer there. Just a small hill, which I had no trouble climbing. And what I saw was worth the trouble of climbing the hill fifty times.
It was the sky. But not just the plain sky; it was rippling in colors of crimson, green, magenta, and yellow. The Northern Lights. I made it. But there wasn’t a single soul around. And that wasn’t just it; the white streaks began pouring down, like rainfall. A Meteor Shower. At the same time… But that never happened before, it wasn’t possible and yet in front of me, I saw a view that couldn’t be explained by words and possibly even pictures.
I sat down, on the peak of the hill gazing at the sky above me. And then a thought occurred to me… my parents. They still didn’t know where I am but that no longer bothered me. I sat, still and watched, having the entire place to myself. I thought about all the people beside the lake, probably struggling to take a single good shot. All those people, who refused to do something exciting.
I chose a different path. And sure, our destination might be the same, but I would have never got the same satisfaction if I had traveled with my parents in a car. It occurred to me why the different path… why the wood, never had a clear destination. Because it was never about the destination. It was about the journey. There is something about the uncertainty of future; something that brings me nothing but pure happiness.
I wouldn’t let that go for anything in the world.