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. Although he brought enough water to last him the entire trip, he's already drank too much and must ration it now. Turning back and peering into the distance, 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 mentally toward the past. 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. People who love and care for him. 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.
Then, he gazes at the place he's called home for as long as he can remember. He reminisces about the laughter and memories, all of the joy he's shared with his friends. The same ones who are waiting for him, if he can but brave this journey. Elation replaces despair. Motivation begins to return to him. Even with the sun beating down on him, attempting to sap his will, he perseveres. Smiling, he turns his back to the ashes, and begins to move forward in order to rebuild.
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