Thoughts on an Epic, by Burning_Sands

Time to take my turn again, I think! This piece just rolled around the end of my laughing-stock of a backlog today, and it struck me, because I am beginning to follow a course similar, at least in direction. On with Thoughts on an Epic, by Burning_Sands (x).

Could you do it? Could you leave home in a world without cellphones, computers, cars, internet connections, cruises, motor boats, weather predictions, GPS, or even compasses. Could you leave home without knowing if you’d ever make it back, leave others knowing that they may never learn your fate, go off to be a stranger in lands stranger than your own, to know terror and doubt and have no place safe to return to. To face every kind of danger, to live governed by your own rules, the laws of many, the code of few, to wake each morning to salt and sand and sky and to sleep each night with the gentle rocking of the sea. To do as no others have done, to follow where no one has led, to become a precedent to those who would come after.

To become legendary:

to hear stories abouts yourself, completely false, and yet less fantastic than your actual travels. To be a name known to all, a face known to few and a man known only to himself and the wind.

Could you do it?

I don’t think I could, but I would have loved to try.

I would have loved to try.