It all started with a dream--literally.I had a dream where I was trapped in a small town, where the only way out was the one train that came through at the edge of town. There were no roads in or out, and the town was in the middle of a wasteland. Every authority there--government, parents, everyone--made it their sole purpose to stop people from leaving.
I was talking to my best friend and said, "I just want to leave. I just wish we could get in a car and drive away. It doesn't matter where we go. I just want to leave."
But we couldn't.Eventually, two of my cousins escaped on the train. My best friend and I followed them, first intending to turn them in--out of some deep-seeded desire to do what we thought we "should" do.
Conflict filled our hearts as we disembarked from the train in the next town and entered the inn there and found my cousins. Do we turn them in? Or do we follow our hearts desire.
I woke up.
We decided to follow our hearts. To leave. To run. To explore and discover. To fulfill that deep longing in a man's heart to find new things--to have adventures. To go there and back again as Bilbo did.
And we will.
