Way To My Destiny (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

          I walk in shadows, far below in dark valleys. Darkness swallows some, but I am not some, only a soul that knows conviction of a calling upon my life, beckoning me to brave these dangerous roads not everyone can. Mountains wall me in on every side but one: forward; the way I willingly take. I carry on, knowing danger lies ahead, preparing myself for the peril I'll face. Fear tries to stop me, seeks to invade my soul with each step, turn my courage to nothing and reduce me to a weakness I am tempted to listen to; still a great mission spurs me onward with each sight of despair I witness. Fatigue grips me and I am brought low, for the journey is long and the equipment I carry weighs me down….yet I adjust my pace and steady the burdened will of me for the task ahead. Humanity tries to restrain me. "Don't do it. You're beyond exhausted. You're only a person. ", but I refuse to be held back by these warring voices within, defying the rebellion of disbelief in my own valleys of this soul that is me.

            Life runs away and I enter in as death and destruction devours all in it’s path, a path that opens to invite the bold ones such as I, dares us to. I see the ruin making it’s presence known and I ready my plan and my resolve to stop the way of ruin fast approaching regardless of what or who is before them. I continue forward to the hope of restoration, the assurance of victory, remembering why I do this: I was made for this.

            They speak louder now, “Keep going. Remember your training. Stay humble and strong.”, so I listen faithfully, listen to the generations of others before me. Family instructs and I follow wholeheartedly behind those who took the same paths as I. This is where I don’t turn back, don’t quit before I arrive, and simply remember my why: to save life.

         Closer it shows itself: light of flames that rise over the road before me, fire that climbs higher, grows stronger, larger with each meal it consumes. I steel these nerves that wish to squeeze hope from me. Pressure would bring me low, even push me back, yet I will no longer give an audience to that unhealthy voice. The heat intensifies, the air grows wickedly poisonous, and death and I meet to fight head on. Straining to see through the chaos I hunt my opportunity to push back destruction, make way through the smoke and ready myself for the attack. Gear aimed I begin to fiercely fight back walls of flame, clear a path for newness to begin, and fire to finally be abolished. In every movement I seek to master fires that have been raging for a while, skills that are both trained in me and passed down through generations of other firefighters and family; remembering I'm on my way to my destiny to save lives once again while firefighting.

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