I get lost
on a regular basis.
I have no sense of direction
, but I'm still going somewhere.
It would be easy to just point myself towards the west. To get on a bus or a boat, and just go. To say, There. Look. See, I have direction.
But, that's not my style. I'd rather sit. And think. And, decide that maybe no direction
is the best direction
right now, because even if I don't have a goal
, I'm working towards something
. I might be blind
ly pursuing vague interests
, but at least I'm not standing still
What do you want to be by the Age of 23? Happy
What do you want to be by the Age of 30?
What do you want to be by the age of 50?
is big, scary, unknown
and unrelently. I am small, mostly insignificant
, and finite. What of this this will have meaning?
I don't know. Will I ever find direction? This really isn't a concern
of mine. But, I'm on a path somewhere
, and somewhere looks more interesting than nowhere
. There's something very intriguing about the unknown. So, let's get on with it.