In search for adventure after routine settled, feeling lost without an ambiguous drive. Hope and motivation slowly draining away, though its presence still existing. Searching on, I hang on to what’s left of my hope and self, listening and waiting, yet unfulfilled. All becomes well when far away an interrupted cry calls out, offering adventure once more.

Feeling confused, I trudge into dark, uncertain trails, hoping to discover where and to what the call leads. Along the path, I recognize the old and start seeing what’s new, inspiration reignites.

Arriving at a new terrain, I realize I’ve returned home, having felt the spirit of ambiguity while following the cry and returning to where an adventurer belongs.


I haven’t written prose in a long time but felt the need to accept a challenge. Thank you dVerse for the challenge.