The Tide Tossed Me Over

The man and his explorers decided to travel different paths; a rather tall man with silky skin and a face for work parted from his fellow explorers. Down the over grown path he walked for days searching the land for a sign of a good life. Moving through the thickness of the vegetation, he couldn't help but feel the effect of loosing the familiarity of family, friendship, of happiness. The road he was traveling was lonesome at best, the pit of his stomach ached at the very thought of what could have been. At those moments, however, he reflected one the good times. He thought about what it was that made him choose to leave his wandering life with security and set out to find a completely new life.

What makes a man create boundaries? What, or who, sets a mold for the mind to reside in and shape itself with. Could one action in the past really manipulate a person's future, or is it all up to fate?