Six
There came a time when the risk
to remain tight in the bud
was more painful than
the risk it took to blossom.
to remain tight in the bud
was more painful than
the risk it took to blossom.
It was the same thing, day after day for Ryan. Get up at 7:00 each morning, be in the car by 8:30 and then be comfortably sitting behind his desk in the same office he had had for years at 9:00, when his boss would stroll about the tenth floor, just to make sure everyone had gotten to work on time that morning. He had long grown tired of the routine and everyday as he sped down the freeway, he longed just to miss his exit and just keep going, not anywhere in particular, just going, going somewhere, doing something, meeting someone.