Possibly a story?

It's 7 o'clock, the alarm rings so loud that no person could sleep through it. I get up, take a shower, brush my teeth, put on deodorant, from time to time shave, and then head to school all within a half hour. Then come home, get on the computer, pick up the phone to a different anonymous caller, and maybe watch the television for an hour.

Sometimes I go places, but it;s not enough. It's always the same process. When people tell me "feel better, tomorrow is a new day," I don't believe them. How could I? Tomorrow is not a new day. It's the same process as the previous day. There are no new days in this world anymore. I could never see how some one would ever want a career. People are too afraid of change. People are too afraid to take the long road; they always want to take the easy way out of things. I guess that's what made me do it. I always felt like taking the long road would eventually be more rewarding to myself. I was a dreamer from day one.

It's 7 o'clock again, same process as before. But there's something different about today. It's the same process but for some reason I feel like something big is about to happen. Today, I think to myself, will be a change. Today I am not going to do this same process anymore. I am sick of this process. I quit! I call my friend up who I usually take to school and say, "are you in or are you?" With a very confused tone he replies, "What are you talking about?" I demand him to answer. He just says, "Whatever it is, I am in."; So that's it, that's all I need to hear. I pack up a bunch of CDS, clothes, pillows, blankets, my walkman, stuff them into a book-bag of mine, and walk to his house. I tell him to pack everything he wants/needs to go away for a few months. He does so, and were off.
I always wanted to just run away. It was impulsive decisions like these that kept me alive and going. They made me not think about the process so much. I knew I could always control the process, and end it any day I wanted. This is an adventure I had been dreaming about for awhile. This is how dreams come true; this is proof that success is more than money, education, or work. That success is happiness, or fulfilling your dreams.

I knew that I could drive during this trip, and I also had enough money to fly somewhere, but where's the adventure in that? Where's the fun? It's the long road that counts, the long road is what you will remember for the rest of your life, the story you can tell your children and grandchildren who will tell their children and so on. Taking the easy way is boring, no fun in it at all. So I choose to take the long road. Even if they long road may jeopardize my life. It's worth the chance.

I always had a fairly well knowledge of what I should do if I felt the need to take an adventure like this. From the books and zines I have read about other people's travels, the long road travels and the basic common sense. I loved reading about travels they always fascinated me. I loved reading about the people they met on the way, and I wanted to meet these people. I finally am going to be apart of it. Whenever I picked up a book about traveling the long road, I never put it down.

So, here it is, just two kids, not even graduated from school yet, taking a very courageous trip, by themselves with no real form of transpiration except their feet. Of course we will hitch hike, train hop, and scam free bus tickets but that's not the traditional way of doing it, which just makes this trip so much better, so much more remarkable. We had no idea what we were about to do. We had no idea where we would ever go. All we knew was this was an adventure, and it was a diversion from the everyday process I was so sick of. It felt good to be rid of the process, no, not even good, it felt magnificent. We set out, for one of the hardest tasks that we have ever known.

The people I was about to meet, the memories that will forever be in my head, the adventure I was about to take, so very appealing. I couldn't wait.

"They have been talking about a journey into the interior. They know the dangers and yet they have already decided upon it. No one can talk them out of it. It is clear that their minds are made up. Their knapsacks are packed. Their guides have been chosen. They remain cool to suggestions. They smile enigmatic smiles. They no longer answer questions."
- Carol Emshwiller from "Being Mysterious Strangers from Distance Shores"