Classic Tale

In a billion years, the surface temperatures of the Sun could rise to the point that all oceans, lakes, and rivers will evaporate and life on Earth as we know it will slip away. Of course, overpopulation problems will probably contribute to our gradual extinction much sooner. Perhaps we’ll find a way to travel the cosmos and populate new worlds, temporary tenacious technological tricks to save us from our own bright consumption. The worlds we find will have their own stars, ticking bombs that won’t adhere to our timelines. Forget about billions, millions, or thousands of years. In this lifetime, if you fight for your dreams and give it your all, you still might fail. You might even forget what you were fighting for as time moves on without you - seeping seconds sapping souls.

So what? The cancer didn’t spread. All of the laboratory tests came back negative. I heard my voice when I got the phone call; it sounded happy. It kept that tone for other phone calls that I made to spread the news. The thing is I don’t feel healed. So what now?

Now is the time for a classic tale of true love and high adventure in which I will reunite with old friends, make new acquaintances, get lost repeatedly, and give names to my fears so that I can call them out to do battle. It will begin in Miami and possibly end in Boston. I don’t know how I will pay for my travel, but I do know that it will involve more buses and trains than planes. I also know that I will set out before the end of March. For whatever adventures await me, I will have to strong, smart, and fast. I will have to be… organized?

There, I’ve written it, so that means that I can’t back out now.