Wanderers

A wanderer- held down by nothing. The outcasts of society. Or are they?

A wanderer's thoughts:

   A lonely wanderer doesn't wish to continue on his journey. He wants to become connected, create bonds, and settle down. However, no matter how much he tries, something odd always happens. When he feels close, almost all the way to a calm state, he ends up floating on. It's not him who wishes to be a wanderer. The others around him push him away, and he flies in the wind, rejected by those who he thought were the closest, He doesn't always understand their thoughts. But, alas, his greatest wish will never be fulfilled. He is cursed, as he was borne to die alone.
  And that is the life of a wanderer.


Years will go by
and time will fly
yes, he will try
but alone he shall die.

A wanderer's habits:

   Sometimes words are wasted. However, no matter what, they almost always reach the wanderer. He strains for more, listening to the hidden depth that may live in them. Most of the time, there is none. Others don't understand why the wanderer seems to be reclusive at first. It's because he's listening to others. Who would be a good friend? Who would be able to stay with him? But when he realizes that someone is his friend, he clings like no tomorrow. He clutches onto this temporary relief, seeming to never let go. When conversation is engaged, he still prowls around in the silence, ready to pounce on and slight change of tone or word choice. The wanderer is constantly afraid of being betrayed, and so he listens for malice, regret, reproach, anger, and belittlement. The wanderer most always feels that his companion is talking about him when they complain, He asks if it is about him, but never receives a yes. However, he is certainly never satisfied with this answer and always swears that it is an innuendo. But is that always true?

Words for a wanderer:

   He yearns for an anchor. Something to ground himself in the world around him. There seems to be nothing. As soon as the rope is tied on the anchor, it is dropped into the ocean, not yet fastened to the ship. He swears each time that it isn't his fault. Every time he thinks that others are just not compatible. They want adventure, a move on. He continues on his lonely seas, waiting for someone to rescue him.
   However, he doesn't notice one single thing. Every person should have at least one friend, that friend starting with themself. With continuous blows to his self-confidence, and most importantly, his pride, he feels like an empty cask, a shell that needs to be filled with something else. He has no character, integrity, or independence, He rambles to fill his empty void. But, for opposites to attract, one must be positive or negative, not neutral. Not mindlessly agreeing without any other thought or ideas. The wanderer realizes this and makes a move on, one more time, but instead to follow a path where he can build himself into a notable individual.
   There will always be bumps in the road, obstacles, and divergences. The confusion that will present you will never leave. However, without being a person yourself, you will eventually become like a wanderer yourself. They follow down the road no matter what, but have no goal in mind.
   Do you act differently with your friends, family, and strangers? Different at school and at home? It's almost like a disease, a form of schizophrenia because you do not know what do be. Instead of acting, putting on that outer shell to please others, take it off and show what you really are. Those who leave will not be a real anchor. They'll be unreliable, cracked and damaged. Find one person who you can trust wholeheartedly, and that person will save you, even in your stormiest days at sea.

-Words from a wanderer to another