The man looks around at the desert that stretches around him. He knows not where he's exact destination is, just that it lies somewhere on the other side of this desolate land. It's been 4 days since he started this journey, and he's struggled the entire way. Looking back, he can still barely see the fire and ruins of the origins of this trip. He thinks on how he caused that destruction, and knows he shouldn't return. However, it is so close, and he has so far to go. How easy it would be to turn around and return. He could rebuild a small house in the ashes. No one around for him to hurt. The thought lingers on his mind, pulling him at least mentally toward it. He begins to step forward...
And a thought pierces his destructive command. There's still hope. There are people on the other side of this trial. He can start again. There is always the chance at a new beginning. Braving this, and coming out stronger will make him the man he wants to be. He dwells on this thought for a few moments.
He gazes at the place he's called home for as long as he can remember. He thinks on all of the good memories he has, and realizes that he can have more memories similar to that. Smiling, he turns back around and continues his trek through the unknown.
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