freedom therapy brighton

From the dusty earth, the view up was almost too overwhelming. That is why he preferred to keep his gaze locked onto what was in front, with the odd sideways or backwards glance, as he never knew where the opportunity of a lifetime may present itself.

Not many opportunities passed him by, but no matter what size, when all was said and done, a sense of dissatisfaction always remained.

I suppose that was what drove him on. And he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy the thrill of the chase and the final dispatch; the euphoria as his digestive enzymes got to work. He could sleep for a week as they did their thing.

But as he got older, he was beginning to wish that the sense of satisfaction could last just a bit longer. In fact, the sense of satisfaction was becoming more important than the thrill of the chase. But a spark remained; he still needed to be out there, hunting and dispatching.

Would he ever find lasting peace? Or would he have to wait for the one that lasted for all eternity? He yearned for a time when he could spend increasingly more time in the inner world, seeing to the odd opportunity that was just too good to ignore.

This thought brought on a pang of hunger in his long belly. That is always how it started. He would be happily basking in the sun, thinking of nothing in particularly and before he knew it, he would be thinking of food.

With a stretch, he started on his way, gaze locked on what was in front of him, with the odd sideways or backwards glance, as he never knew where the opportunity of a lifetime may present itself.