Introduction
“Tomorrow is the day!”
As he stood staring into his bathroom mirror a jolt of excitement coursed through Liams body as he finally committed to himself in assured silence
“YES tomorrow at long last is the day that I will take my first meaningful steps towards becoming who I’m supposed to be”
With the committal in the bag, Liam bounced into bed, kissed his girlfriend and gave her his winning smile. He grabbed his phone and allowed his pillow to mould itself around his head whilst he checked the football scores from the remaining matches that had went to extra time. Earlier in the evening he had watched the whole 90 minutes as his team sailed through into the next round of the cup with a comfortable 3-0 win.
Apart from sex he mused, could this evening get any better as he drifted off to sleep
Chapter 1- Roots of Restlesness
Liam Moony, at 43 years old, had meticulously crafted a life that, to most outsiders, appeared flawless. His days unfolded like a well-rehearsed symphony:
6am gym,
8am-5pm Work albeit in a comfortable stress-free job working as an engineer,
5-10- Carefree healthy cooking,eating, TV, phone scrolling.
Liam had a sleek car that whispered luxury, a large 4-bedroom house that he and his partner Andrea had recently moved into hoping to create new memories and hopefully children together.
Liam’s childhood had also reverberated with dreams.
Growing up in the serene embrace of the countryside, he chased footballs across the picturesque village football field –in fact anything that resembled a goal was his haven which meant any gate, a shop window shutter or two disgarded jumpers on the ground were not safe.
From the ages of 1-17 the wind carried his aspirations higher than the tallest oak trees. Professional footballer—that was his anthem, sung with unwavering conviction
His parents, Mary and James, were the heartbeat of their community. Honest, hardworking nurses who tended to the sick and the hopeful. His mother Mary’s days unfolded in the children’s ward, where laughter and tears danced hand in hand. His Dad James, a silent guardian of the night, whispered solace to those recovering from life’s brutal surgeries
His two brothers were older than him which had its benefits apart from the occasional hand me down items of clothing that were occasionally thrust upon him.
Like his parents, his neighbours were also hard-working honest people and life’s troubles that he occasionally watched on the local news simply did not exist in his own world or indeed in the local community.
In the midst of this landscape that seemed to have sprung from a painter’s dream, Liam found himself wrestling with an inner turmoil. It was as if the tranquil scenery before him was a mere façade, behind which lay hidden a vast expanse of undiscovered potential. This persistent sense of unrest gnawed at his spirit, urging him to seek out the mysteries that lay just beyond the reach of the setting sun. The horizon, with its alluring blend of colours as day gave way to night, seemed to call out to him, promising adventures and revelations that the comfort of his current surroundings could never provide. It was this unquenchable thirst for the unknown, this yearning to explore the depths of the world and of himself, that kept his gaze fixed on the distant line where the sky kissed the earth, beckoning him to journey forth.
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