The Heroes Journey!

I was getting desperate. I need some kind of clue, I thought.  There has to be something here, something from my past that I’ve forgotten. My daily routine had crumbled, my finances in a shambles… I turned to my thoughts with conviction, as if I could think my way back to a normal life. No, maybe I can find the answer itself here. Why not?  Sunlight gripped my eyes, stealing me from my cycling thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses and gazed out the window. It was the light from the morning sun, aggressively bright on the aeroplane wing. Beyond, Auckland city reached out to the horizon and beyond, as if someone had taken a giant knife and spread suburbia across the land. The plane swerved, and the sunlight slipped from the wing; the pilot’s calm voice welcomed us to Auckland City. I kept my sunglasses pressed against the window, eyes scanning my original home with fascination. It looked so different from last time I returned. Maybe it was because I was in the sky… I was return...

I held the thing in my hands as if was an idol. A sacred treasure. It was, to me.  It was a thing of magic. A hideaway I could escape to, away from the billowing dramas of my life. It was a friend who was always by my side, who listened calmly as I babbled on about my problems, and didn’t hold the slightest judgement. I embraced this thing ritualistically, in my own corner of the Pit, folded into the layers of Dunedin city. A simple thing though it was, only now was I coming to understand its true power.  I placed it on the pile of its forerunners and reached for the next one. It was bound in a pack of three that cost me only five dollars: there was a red one, a blue one, and a black one. I only used the black one, out of a desire for consistency. The red and blue ones were beginning to clutter my storage space - the pile would keep growing so long as I ploughed through the pages of the black ones and required a new pack within the month. I would need to find purposes for...