The Road To Manhood - Forging Your Own Path

Tall weeds swamp the metropolis I dwell in. Predators lay in wait vying for the opportunity to pick off the weak and naive.
So here I find myself, machete in hand clearing the path to salvation. However there is a problem. My machete is blunt and I've no flint to sharpen it with.

What do I do?

Using semi efficient tools are draining my energy reserves, and fuel is low.

I've been on the move for over 20 years, and my path has been interspersed with both Oasis and dense forestry. Regardless, onwards I've marched. I've gotten this far, I MUST continue.
That is, until the unthinkable happens. The unfathomable occurs. That so unforeseen that my comprehension does not allow me to give it due credence.

Something that bears NO description tells me I've been going the wrong way.

Just as suddenly, the path curtails.

A deep sense of foreboding sweeps over me, followed by anger, then disappointment.
All is lost. I drop the machete and fall to my knees.

And that is where I remain for a duration unknown, as all concept of time is gone.

And when the wind raced through the weeds that grew closer, and the rain that dampened my soul grew weary...

Emergence.
A light. A clearing. Daybreak.

And with it, a new path.


A new hope.

"But I wasn't supposed to go this way, I'm sure...
I can't go back though, as the path I knew ended yesterday.

So what do I have left?

Today.
And Tomorrow.


Today, I stand in this clearing, tomorrow I may be in the midst of my greatest dreams. So with that, I pick up my machete. Along with it, I equip myself with the knowledge of yesterday, and sharpen my blade with hope, determination and resilience for the grace of tomorrow.
The journey continues, and I'm a better man for it.


For ACT, Wings, and all that take something from this.