The pressure of the world ways down on him. He walks around and feels the pressure of everything pressing down on his spine. His back aches and his head pounds with the weight weighing down on his body and soul. It’s a pressure infathomable to a child and fully comprehensible by an old coo. This is the pressure of the world that old timers blabber about and young people blow off as if it’s a load of nonsense. He is new to this feeling of pressure his blood vessels pound with stress and his heart races due to anxiety; his fight or flight is discombobulated and his sense of balance is absent. His eyes see a blur and even though he smells the roses he sees no garden, even though he knows of joy he feels a continuous and never ending pressure. His eyes close and he begins to fall, this is the beginning of his responsibilities, the beginning of the journey he was anxious to begin and is now anxious to get out of.