Your eyes flutter like dusty moths. Finally it’s time to exit the warm womb of childhood comforts, soft touches, and the days of nurturing. No more time to wait here at the cusp of darkness. It feels heavy, rough, and deeper than you can imagine. The warmth of the waves of blankets in your bed must be left when the time comes. Pushed by little ghosts of guilt and pride, you inch forth into the shrouded unknown. You enter the future with one foot after the other.
Struggle forth with a hunter’s eyes and an open heart, ready to salvage all the joys and pleasures of the earth from the filth around them.
You need thick skin.