The Demise

Once he was ready to start his journey. Embark on a quest to find the treasure life had awaiting for him to discover. He set his sights on the exploration, never to consider the many chances of death that lurk around the corner. How many attempts of suicide would cross his mind. He kept the big picture. Misery around each corner. It found him. 

One day he fell through the floor. Face rested upon a rusty nail, it was in this moment he chose his reaction. The deep meaning was more valuable to him. Always will there be a worse outcome. He would consider himself lucky. 

How many times he tried to end it. The amounts of time he had came so close to his demise. He realized he was blessed for being able to breathe. To see. To speak. His life. The people in it. The choices he got to make. 

When the moon came out the following night he made a pact. He would make it home before the end of the year. He wanted the change. The big decision he never knew he wanted.

He missed who he was. The things from the past who made him who he is.