The Hamlet Project

This is the wind at my back.
This is what it whispers.
Sometimes it’s so quiet, I can barely feel it
And then it shouts and pushes
Until I have no choice but to follow its instruction.
The going, in and of itself, is not so powerful
Except when it is –
When the place I leave is rank and toxic
When the dysfunction infects everyone around it
Then the Going is powerful.
That’s when the people you leave behind
Tell stories of your going
That’s when they turn you into a hero
Of the Person that Went.