Short Story: A Hero's Journey

Sam is riding his bike into the oblivion. He’s surreptitiously trailing forward to the great unknown, wanting to pursue a passion that so evidently lacks support from his kith and kin. He seems unsure of this spontaneous flee; the way he dubiously glances over his shoulder, conveys his reluctance to overtake his concealed passions. The path he’s taking is coated with puddles and indents; this represents his journey in confessing his ambitions to himself and family. His journey was filled with damaging words of verbal abuse from those who loved him too much to let go, his parents; their best bet in holding their son back was to tear him down with deprecative untruths and “you’re not good enoughs.” He started to believe these things, but his ambition was too robust to mask. Sam headed for the road without a goodbye because that goodbye would have been the only truly effective way to dismantle his ambition. Sam keeps looking back to
Sam wasn’t chased after because in the end, he is the only one with the ambition and the only one who can pursue it or not pursue it. His dream didn’t belong to his parents, friends or lovers; Sam was the only one who was capable of making that ultimatum. The path Sam is traveling on sequesters him from other people’s insights; there are no palpable signs or other individuals that could possibly influence his ultimatum. All he sees ahead of him is a continuous oblivion. The bike he’s traveling on has acquired a coat of rust, which represents his abrupt revelation of his passions that have been oxidized and dampened by his parent’s discontent. The bike is still flourishing, just like Sam’s ambitions. In the distance, the sun is setting, painting the far unknown with joyous pigments of pink, yellow and blue. Even though Sam is reluctant of his flee to pursue his ambitions, the outcome of the sun setting sky shows hope and euphoria when he reaches his