No Pain, No Gain

Face it. You have become hopelessly addicted already. Just ten short steps down this present path, and here lives little hope of you ever turning back. So we both know you won’t stop or rest until there is nothing left to consume.

Is this a plot of some sort, a clever trap laid by another, or might this be a naturally occurring phenomenon that you seek to explore to its plausible end, or did you ever consider the possibility of both?

It could be genetic; your desire to continue without pause. Something deep within, a whispering, driving force of the soul, an inexplicable urge to forge blindly ahead without map or compass; a compelling, gripping thing, dragging you ever so subtle to continually examine each and every step as you proceed with increasing curiosity.

Or it could be a learned trait; either becomes unimportant at this point. The fact is, you are now here, and you must go on.

Look at you. Look how the unabashed expression of creeping boredom clings to your face as your clever eyes cast ahead, sweeping, searching and darting up the trail, seeking its rewards. However bland the face might appear to others, the anticipation of discovery beheld in your eyes gives away intent.

You remain curious. The persistent promise draws you. What reasoning would seduce you, remember: observe the way. Notice every detail, each fissure, a crag or any crack that you might witness. Take in the entire scene and file for future reference. Realize that there could come a time when a desire to escape from here overwhelms us both. We may then stop at a chosen place, mark it and later return to reclaim the exact spot.

Maybe we could even trade places. I would certainly agree to that idea. You must yourself take up the pen, however, but I should be more than glad to do the reading for awhile.

I enjoy this workout, and your company helps.