I am a seafaring nomad hiking the treacherous paths of this desert "oasis". The light gleams upon the town and from a distance you are blinded by the promise of its light and warmth. Suddenly as you near this promising pillar of hope it becomes a wave of unbearable heat and blinding bravado. As your eyes begin to focus you begin to see what is beneath this facade of brilliance and begin to understand the perpetuating hopelessness of the town.
Despite efforts to move away from this hell of an existence, even as you near the calming waters of the ocean, it seems there is no escape from what you have run away from. You left with your fake hope of moving forward when in reality you were merely trying to leave the past behind without much closure. Thus, you are pulled back into that place once more to try to right what once was wrong or at least better learn from those experiences.
I understand I may not be the only one in this desperate place and that because I have become self absorbed in my own situation I tend to forget the hopelessness others may be feeling. Perhaps it is my way of shielding myself from the intensity of that feeling that I may be able to move forward and if by doing so I might be able to help those around me. I would like to think I am that selfless but I know what I really want is just to be happy. Happy with who am I.
But...just who am I?