The Life

On a day no different than today, a man awoke from his bed and looked up to the ceiling of his home. His simple, quaint house where he lived since he was 23. Life was good at that time, he remembered. But now...now life seemed non existent. It made no sense to continue living here, doing the same thing every single day. Life wasn't meant to be boring, life is so short you need to value each moment like the drop of water from a nearly empty cantine as you wander through the barren desert. So he left that house, just like that. He didn't pack a bag and leave a note for his family, or his friends, or his neighbors or anything. He just got up, got dressed, put on his hat, took the keys to his car and left his house without looking back once. He had put so much money into that home, and into his computer, and his television, and his collection of DVDs. He went to the airport, and his friend saw him there.
"Why, Frank, what are you doing here! I didn't know you were traveling today, you should have told me! Where are you off to?" he asked.
"I'm going to Japan." he replied plainly.
"Japan? You know Japanese, Frank?" he asked.
"No."
"Then why are you going there?" he asked Frank.
"Just because."
And with that he left his friend, bought a plane ticket to Tokyo, fell in love with a Japanese woman who knew English and they both lived in Japan for a month. Frank then left for Europe, leaving his now wife, who would not leave Japan. He was sad, but he was happier to keep moving. He continued this, sometimes meeting people, sometimes not. He traveled everywhere, 'just because.'

The End.