I
meander.
I
zigzag.
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
blindly 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? Still Learning.
What do you want to be by the age of 50? Without
Regret.
Life 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.