They told me I was crazy to even attempt it.
"It will be dangerous! Have you not heard the tales?"
"How can you be so certain such a prize exists? No one has ever returned to show us the pearl or give us of the fruit! You'll die in the desert chasing after a fantasy, a disappointed, unfulfilled wretch."
"Life here in the village is so much more fulfilling than getting chased by bandits and snakes and eating cactus and bugs. Now go clean out the cow stalls--they stink."
I was fixed on going. I was constantly talking to the elders, reading the ancient texts of my people, and memorizing the way it was said I should go. I knew every detail of every story; I felt the truth of the writings of our fathers swelling in my heart. For others, perhaps, it had just been a fairy tale; for some, a treasure hunt; for me, though I could not put my finger on it, it was a quest, a divine charge to seek after the promised land, a call to action.
To be Continued...
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