Maps are very convenient. They tell us where to go, show us the landmarks we're searching for. Some maps even plan the route street-by-street, highway-by-highway to help us get to our destination the fastest way possible. Funny thing is, once you get there, you wonder what you missed taking that fixed route. The excitement of the trail is now behind you, what next?
I'm categorized (well, self-categorized) as an over-thinker, my mind takes me to places, situations what what-ifs that mostly likely will never happen, and yet I stare into the reality of a world made of thoughts and disorderly imagination. While many people know their path and travel along it, I find myself taking random exits that never were on my fixed route, and a whole new adventure is formed, twisting and bending my journey.
Do I fear monotony? Or is it simply a matter of not finding my niche yet?
My heart is heavy and my mind is racing, but a grip on my Steering Wheel holds tight and won't let me veer, because something is out there telling me my destination has yet to come. And maybe, it won't ever come. Maybe I'll miss it looking for some other destination that comes across my path. That doesn't matter; getting there is what I will look back on and the memories I build will roll on just like my speedometer.
[Feel free to to comment and share how your travels in life are going. We all need that random finger pointing to the next stretch of road some time or another.]
I'm categorized (well, self-categorized) as an over-thinker, my mind takes me to places, situations what what-ifs that mostly likely will never happen, and yet I stare into the reality of a world made of thoughts and disorderly imagination. While many people know their path and travel along it, I find myself taking random exits that never were on my fixed route, and a whole new adventure is formed, twisting and bending my journey.
Do I fear monotony? Or is it simply a matter of not finding my niche yet?
My heart is heavy and my mind is racing, but a grip on my Steering Wheel holds tight and won't let me veer, because something is out there telling me my destination has yet to come. And maybe, it won't ever come. Maybe I'll miss it looking for some other destination that comes across my path. That doesn't matter; getting there is what I will look back on and the memories I build will roll on just like my speedometer.
[Feel free to to comment and share how your travels in life are going. We all need that random finger pointing to the next stretch of road some time or another.]
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