The question elicits the answer

What’s worth the prize is worth the fight. But what happens when the price is just too high to pay? She angrily utters, delete my number as the last strokes of his less than adequate comb go through her semi natural hair. A night of intense pleasure culminating in a feud ignited by shoddy planning. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Oh really, how was it supposed to go? Smooth? Without incident? For how long and at what expense?

Flash back to last night. She came over, dripping lusciously you couldn't help yourself. She walks ever so elegantly, strutting and oozing confidence. The temperature regulator within has no answer, a gusty rise briskly sweeping all common sense down to only one organ which overwhelmed by the experience refuses to remain aloof. Peace be with all who at this point think the man is ready and willing to partake of all that is sinful. For these are the men of valor never mind we no longer live in the garden of uttermost sound judgment. Late into the night parties match tip for deep, exploring anatomies deeper than  a med. school practical. With no care in the world, the here and now, up and down left to right sweat sopping, hearts pounding. Need I say more?

Back to the present. What happened? Why Him? Why her? Why then? If no her then who? The questions molest the mind. Who better to answer than the man? They call him the head of the home, so how come he has no answers? An error in judgment leading to a demolition of trust, values and a sense of self-worth. How quickly the skies turn grey right when the glaring sun begins to tan. The more questions he answers the clearer things seem to be, fears confirmed and insecurities reaffirmed. Inside, he will always be hanging from a thread with his heart’s iron ready to remind him at the slightest provocation and outside, the ever looming threat of forever wallowing in self-pity. Even with radar, they lose their way completely, what of the flight without?

Wading through the earth with thoughts of tomorrow, souls ravaged yesterday and an unsettling present day the man is only a man. The struggle is real! Doors have to close and new ones opened. But does he need to reopen some as well? A true test of his wisdom will lie there in. Making the choice that takes him to the next level, the next checkpoint on the highway; the highway to the prize. Whether right or wrong, there must be progress. For progress, there must be sacrifice. The price? To hell with the price, life is short and he and every living soul is on a journey with ups and downs, ins and outs. Keep it moving, behind, forward, left, right, whatever way there must be progress. He can’t answer all the questions and neither can you. But we can all keep it moving, keep life interesting and inch ever closer to the ultimate prize.

The question elicits the answer. Which one are you asking?