It felt like a dream. He was walking, seething internally, trying to clear his head. Mary was upset at him again.
In his mind he turned her words over and over. Since he left his job, he was only thinking of himself. They had no money. When she agreed to marry him, she'd loved his his passion and dreams, but now that they were adults, they had to take responsibility.
He knew Mary wanted kids, a family. But he couldn't do that if it meant sacrificing his soul. Making money just to make money wasn't any way to live. Somehow he'd show her that he could pursue his dreams and still give her the life she wanted.
His mind was so focused on his thought that he didn't notice when the sidewalk abruptly ended. Houses and cars began to disappear. Suddenly he was surrounded by grass and trees and animals.
If only he could find a job that would keep him near his passion, the ocean. Since he was young, he would go every day to explore every facet of that fascinating ecosystem. He wished he could swim and live there forever, one with the fishes.
He had gotten a degree in Marine Biology, confident that he would be the next Jacques Cousteau. Mary and he actually met on a whale watching boat tour. She was studying to be a teacher, but she loved the ocean the way he did. They planned their life of living on the coast and walking hand in hand on the beach until they grew old.
But then it turned out there weren't any jobs for marine biologists, excepting low paying slave work at some aquarium. He was forced to work at a fishing company, focused on profiting from exploiting the sea, not preserving it. Every day his job tore at his conscious, until he ultimately resigned.
It was impossible. Even for Mary, who he loved more than anything. He couldn't betray his dream that he had spent his whole life working to achieve.
The last few months had been hell. Selling the boat they had saved for and only just recently been able to purchase. Mary had even given up the diamond ring he bought her for their engagement. She had tried and tried to believe in him, but with even that money drying up, she was falling apart.
The look in her eyes as he had walked away from her was burned into his memory.
He was jolted into the present when he realized the his foot had come down onto nothing.
In his mind he turned her words over and over. Since he left his job, he was only thinking of himself. They had no money. When she agreed to marry him, she'd loved his his passion and dreams, but now that they were adults, they had to take responsibility.
He knew Mary wanted kids, a family. But he couldn't do that if it meant sacrificing his soul. Making money just to make money wasn't any way to live. Somehow he'd show her that he could pursue his dreams and still give her the life she wanted.
His mind was so focused on his thought that he didn't notice when the sidewalk abruptly ended. Houses and cars began to disappear. Suddenly he was surrounded by grass and trees and animals.
If only he could find a job that would keep him near his passion, the ocean. Since he was young, he would go every day to explore every facet of that fascinating ecosystem. He wished he could swim and live there forever, one with the fishes.
He had gotten a degree in Marine Biology, confident that he would be the next Jacques Cousteau. Mary and he actually met on a whale watching boat tour. She was studying to be a teacher, but she loved the ocean the way he did. They planned their life of living on the coast and walking hand in hand on the beach until they grew old.
But then it turned out there weren't any jobs for marine biologists, excepting low paying slave work at some aquarium. He was forced to work at a fishing company, focused on profiting from exploiting the sea, not preserving it. Every day his job tore at his conscious, until he ultimately resigned.
It was impossible. Even for Mary, who he loved more than anything. He couldn't betray his dream that he had spent his whole life working to achieve.
The last few months had been hell. Selling the boat they had saved for and only just recently been able to purchase. Mary had even given up the diamond ring he bought her for their engagement. She had tried and tried to believe in him, but with even that money drying up, she was falling apart.
The look in her eyes as he had walked away from her was burned into his memory.
He was jolted into the present when he realized the his foot had come down onto nothing.
