In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Luxurious.”
There he sat, in the middle of a muddy track in between those people whom he just knew were from the same town. There was so much that he left behind – he had to leave behind. His home. His girlfriend. His college. His smarphone. His Red Mini-cooper. This. And. That.
Now he held a piece of bread in hand, a blanket to keep him warm, a wooden stick to support him on a mountain climb, a bottle of water.
The thought of how many things he had last year – that he could claim as luxurious. He had to take these thoughts of his mind, he reminded himself – for he has chosen this path – path of no luxury – life of a monk..