Big questions

As the house nears in his sight, the walker’s forces recede and he instinctively selects the nearest tree on the side of the road to lay his back and gather morale… Why didn’t he leave this place yet? How come that of the previous ventures that he meticulously planned in his mind never saw the light of day? Is he deemed to live each day by itself? Does his memory reset every morning?… As he congregates these heart-breaking questions under the tree, his despair grow more melancholic… Yet, his situation is not hopeless as prospects of other attempts lure in his thinking… After a brief stagnation, the walker abruptly cuts his lines of thought, grabs his stick, and covers the remaining distance that separates him from the house in shy steps.