The morning was frosty. David ran quickly out of the tent and started jumping on the spot. Steam was coming out of his mouth and the cold air was burning his body. It was about six o’clock in the morning, but the sun was already visible. David turned to it, and shouted as hard as he could:
“Hello, world!”
The echo rang out between the neighboring hills, and the spirit of adventure colored the landscape with bright paint. David is ready for anything and knows for sure that everything will be alright. He brewed some tea and drank with relish. The doubts seemed to be completely gone.
“Is this what life tastes like?” David thought aloud.
He packed all his belongings, checked that his shoes were laced up well and walked towards the foothills of Kanchenjunga. His feet treaded on rocky ledges, next to which small plants struggled to survive. David looked around and felt ready to spend the rest of his days here. “If there could still be Joan’s cooking here, it would be heaven,” he smiled, remembering the culinary variety at his father’s house.
He began to remember some little things from his own life. They were episodes completely forgotten and unimportant. He played them over in his mind and was surprised that he remembered them with such clarity. For example, he remembered taking a coding exam and passing off someone else’s work as his own. His heart clenched for a moment. He felt a real pain in the chest and an unpleasant taste in the mouth. Then the memory flashed back to him and a few others carrying a girl who had fainted on the Tube in London right in the rush hour crowd. David remembered what he was doing, what the girl looked like and all the people in their path, but could not remember a single thought he had at that moment. “Or maybe there were no thoughts?” he thought.
David stopped and took out a small notebook and a pencil and began to write:
“When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was express myself and feel the world. Where is that now? There was no + and -. There was balance. Maybe unhappiness is just the force of that balance. It just wants to tell us, ‘Stop taking, it’s time to give’.”
David looked at the tape and remembered how he had decided to sell everything and leave. It all seemed far in the past now. How had he had the guts to do such a thing? He didn’t quite understand it either. Had he chosen it, or was he just reacting to the circumstances? Maybe it was the monotonous work, the long hours that forced him to do it. Forced him to quit the job, to move out of his apartment, to leave London. How did he end up on the other side of the world? Amazingly, the trip seemed like complete madness to him when he was at his father’s house. But now it all – what’s around and what’s inside – seems so logical and so singularly true.