An Allegory
As he walked, the sun beat down on him with the intensity of a blast oven. He had left himself behind and started this journey on a whim. And while he liked to walk with his head up, looking forward to enjoy what lay ahead, the plethora of cacti in his path blocked his way, forcing him to look down to watch his step. Though he tried to be careful, a cactus needle would occasionally find its way into his sandled feet. Walking slowly, he tried to make sense of the thoughts floating around in his... Sign in to see full entry.