Prince of Persia: Warrior Within is one of my favorite games. I've not played it in years but it is one of the few games I purchased and played from start to finish. It is early world open sandbox puzzle. The story lets you wander freely and you open more area as you continue on. You have to figure things out and remember what to do through a complex map. I learned that there were often secrets hidden in places that you assumed that you would die and I would often leap off of cliff faces because finding them was exciting. My husband would ask why I was leaping off of cliffs and I would tell him as I spied an intriguing ledge invisible to the safe area above.
I've started to wonder where that player went. When did I become worried about trying things? Where did my boldness go? Who was I now that I held myself so close to caution for fear of repercussions?
It is an unpleasant question to ask oneself. Often, we are far down a road before we realize that we are on it. And like any well worth and defined path it is easy to stay on it. Each day can slip into the next and in the warm fuzz of familiarity and comfort. The familiar has its own rewards.
But sometimes, no matter how wide and clear the road is... no matter how well marked... you can still be lost while knowing exactly where you are. And I hate being lost. It is not the same as experiencing what is new. Its that hollow, empty feeling as everything seems to fit but it is none of it is right.
I remember being a bolder person. I didn't worry about failure. I was comfortable in silence but I didn't hide in it. I remember that I rarely walked on roads. My curiosity would pull me in one direction or another. And somehow I started walking and stopped looking around.
Fortunately the path always has sides. Sometimes one climbs them, and others you jump down. It may be underbrush to wade through or a fog so thick who knows what is on the other side. But, I've always been good with finding my way and I think I can remember the simplicity in not worrying about what others thought of my choices. After all, there is exactly one person that has to live with the result of what I do.
It's something that I am remembering.