Marcus entered more and more in the adventure. Carlos del Puente Stories

 Marcus entered more and more in the adventure.

"Why do you have to be so complicated?" Mauro exhaled, frustrated by the endless discussion with his brother. He rolled further his hair around his finger, his cunning smile suggested that he enjoyed the situation.

"Isn't life itself that is complicated?" He responded, sliding the parchment leaf that he held among his fingers with a delicacy that contrasted with the hardness of his tone. "I'm just asking you to think like me for once."

Marcus tilted his eyes, his gaze stopped in the window, and there, the path that extended to the stone house they shared looked tempting. A path that seemed not to lead any particular part, only to adventure. Every step you took for him was a challenge, every meter traveled, a resolved mystery.

"That is not living, Mauro," he continued, disarming his smile. "That is simply to roam."

Marcus couldn't help feeling a chill when he heard those words. The path that was seen at a distance represented the life that yearned: unpredictable, exciting, full of possibilities. But life in the village was predictable, soft, without shocks.

Taking a step around the table, he approached the window, the parchment leaf floating behind him. The road slid in front of their eyes, each curve and each bump telling a story without end. Her feet yearned for the feeling of the rough earth and her soul wanted the breeze that accompanied her.

"When are you going to understand that my life is not just what is seen?" He looked up, his face reflecting the confusion and fear he felt. "When are you going to see what is beyond your books?"

Their voices merged with the creak of ancient wood and the silence that takes over the room.  Mauro turned slowly, making the decision he already knew he should take. "Now. "

His heart was beating in his chest, asking him to go out, to venture along the path that spoke in silence. Without farewell, without even closing the door, he left in the cool morning. Every step it took became lighter and lighter, each breath became deeper, each sound from the outside became more and more clear.

The road was curved in front of him, challenging Mauro to leave behind the comfort of the routine. The sun began to appear on the horizon, drawing shadows that seemed to dance around them. The mystery that hid behind each corner, each scrub and every rock, was palpable. The way was his destiny, his salvation, his addiction.

His brother looked at him out the window, the parchment leaf now forgotten at the table. He knew that he could not stop him, that life in the village did not fill the void he felt. His heart was filled with a fear that he could not explain, fear of how unknown his brother faced.

Marcus entered more and more into the adventure, every step away the discussion and bringing the emotion closer. The road was transformed before his eyes, showing a beauty that life in the village could not offer. The smell of wet earth intensified, wild flowers woke up their vibrant colors and the sound of the birds became a chorus that accompanied him.

But life on the road was not just beauty. As he advanced, Marcus ran into challenges that he did not imagine. Slippery land that tested their balance, branches that crossed their way, challenging their ability to adapt. Each obstacle was a mirror that reflected his fears and doubts, his adventure addiction became more and deeper, each challenge surpassed, a step forward in his search for identity.

As the morning became noon, Marcus stopped on a hillside to rest. The breeze stroked her face, filling her lungs with fresh air that knew freedom. Looking back, the village was only a distant memory. Looking at the horizon, the life that awaited him looked full of possibilities, every path that bifurcaba, an option of being.

His determination was strengthened, and with each step he took, the adrenaline ran through his veins. Adventure addiction was curled in his soul, and the road became increasingly his. Marcus knew that he couldn't go back. The path that his brother spoke was that of security, which was traced with each page he read. But his, the one who walked now, was that of life, which was drawn with every step he took.

And with every step he took, Marcus discovered not only the mystery of the road, but the mystery that lay inside his own. His desires, his fears, his desires, all became real as the landscape deployed before him. The road moved with life, its rhythm synchronized with the heartbeat, every zigzag, every ascent and every descent, was a cycle that reflected life.

He sat in a rock in the shadow of an old oak, tiredness beginning to cloud his mind. Life in the village seemed so distant, his discussion with his brother, an echo that vanished. Looking at the sky, the clouds moved slowly, it seemed that they whispered secrets that only the road could reveal.

With a sigh, Marcus stood up and continued his trip. The road extended to eternity, his heart beating in unison with his rhythm. The sun would wear, the moon would come out, the stars would shine, and the road would continue. His trip was not an escape, it was a discovery. A discovery of who he was, where he came from and where he was going. The road was life, and Marcus, now, was the life that yearned.

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