The moonlight was shining down the mountain like a challenge. Challenging me to climb to the top. Or at least as far as I could reach. But why I was the chosen for the task, I’ll never know. I knew I was not worthy and I knew I was not capable.
I had not been capable for a fair amount of time and I worried the world was moving on without me, but in the back of my mind, I already knew I was behind. Already knew I was behind on the times. I had been playing catch up most of my life so I wasn’t sure if this new road was worth it or not. I wanted to be able to climb the mountain and live on my own terms, but wasn’t sure how to get started.
My father had always encouraged my every dream, but my mother seemed to question every move I made. If I wanted to be on my own, she wondered why I didn’t have a significant other. If my art career wasn’t taking off, I should have started a career with a steady paycheck and a roof that didn’t leak. Did I think I was good enough? Sometimes I did. Then I would question my capabilities ten minutes later.
But I knew what I wanted. I wanted to dance in the moonlight and sing with the wolves. I would be damned before I lived that cooped up life. I wanted freedom and fresh air.
Standing Room Only 