that could drive someone to that critical moment of turning his back on the world and stepping out alone?
To Max, who was essentially a bit bored with most things the world had to offer, and who felt that he was sadly lacking the depth of character eulogized in music as “soul”, renunciation looked like the gamble of a lifetime – wildly extreme, totally reckless. It inspired that feeling of adventure he’d felt in childhood – When you could be anything you wanted to be…
And do anything you wanted to do…
David Brown was right – what he needed to do now was turn inward and focus on a completely different aspect of himself – the writer within – a character who he’d always known existed but had never had the time nor inclination to indulge.
Frankly, writing had always looked like difficult, lonely work – altogether far too solitary for Max. He was light-hearted. He liked being out and about, mucking around with people – having fun with simple things – like balls. Playing with balls and cracking jokes – that was Max.
But now, since talking to David Brown, the process of actually becoming a writer suddenly appeared possible.
David Brown had made him look at this process back to front.

“Mate – only after you have found something worth writing about would you even need to think about actually doing any writing.”

Looked at this way the hard, lonely work would only become necessary if he found something really interesting. If he did, then, who knows… perhaps writing might come naturally, with the words leaping happily onto the page with some kind of reckless abandon – free from the confines of inhibition and uncertainty.

Perhaps David Brown was right –

“Mate – just because you were a brilliant footballer doesn’t mean you can’t be a brilliant writer. Talent doesn’t work like that.”

It was strange. If not for the injury… and his meetings with David Brown… he would never have dropped out of the scene like this. But now it didn’t matter that he had no real plan. Right now, in the immediate thrust of take-off, details were irrelevant. It was all about the rush of new resolve – and the strength of his desire to discover the truth about sadhus.
Sadhu – there it was again – that word – seeping into his mind. Already haunting him, but really – all he knew about them was what he’d read on the net –
A sadhu renounces the world.
And follows a path of signs and messages.
Which he believes will lead him directly to God.