Where do you begin, seriously? When do you decide its time?

Time to step up, time to face who you are and that its your choices that have led you to this position?

 I guess in the end you must start with a beginning so plse sit comfortably, settle yourself down and let me bring you into my world.

‘Tap, Tap, Tap’ The rhythum sporadic , ‘Tap Tap Tap’ repeating again and again as the drops of water fall from the sky, splashing gently in the river.

Each tiny, miniscule drop creating its own ripples. Just a small barely visible object able to affect everything round it. More of them falling as the boy stands there lost in his thoughts, lost in his world. Around him others are cursing, grabbing there belongings, running for cover to escape from the rain. But he stays looking out on the river.

He shakes his head, smiles, turns and starts to walk up the hill.