Forward Motion.

Or roughly in English, "To the stars through difficulty".

I've been thinking profusely lately about the human condition. What really defines difficulty? Is it when we step into the unknown from our comfort zone? Personally when the world around me changes too quickly it leaves me dumbfounded and confused about where to go next. In fact, sometimes I would rather sit out of life's trials completely. "Hey Life, I'm going to sit this one out, is that alright with you?" Of course this free pass doesn't exist, so what makes us suck it up and continue?

Growing up I was told that there would always be someone worse off than I was, and someone who was probably in a better spot. Despite this, I needed to be happy with what I had. In the aid of others, what makes us reach into our pockets to give that man on the freeway exit a handful of change, and what makes us ignore him with a turn of glance? Convenience, I believe, is defined by individual necessity, especially in a world of broken economical standing. For example, I may happen to think, "If I give that man a dollar, what if I lose my apartment in a week?" Protecting ourselves is instinctual.

In the worst of times it's easy to live in the moment and base an entire lifetime in a minute, hour, day or week. How could things possibly get better when I wake up tomorrow when things are so terrible in the present? And yet some of us that next morning will get up, get dressed and head out into the world to try again. Maybe it's because we have to prove. Maybe it's because someone told us we needed to. Either way it's that push within ourselves to make a conscious decision to play again, try our luck, roll the dice. Point As and Point Bs are varied person to person, but we all have that common drive to journey.

Now for the personalized vendetta: I truly believe leaving the Walt Disney Company was one of the worst mistakes I've made in recent time, and the thought of being so enthralled in something to losing it all was nothing short of devastation for me. So why do I continue on? I've applied again, but since I do not have access to a crystal ball, I can't predict whether I'll be rehired. Maybe it's simply the fact that I want to see what will happen that keeps me going. Maybe it's not a yes or no answer, but the journey will that follow after. Point B can't possibly be the end, so I feel like I have more exploring to do. I'm willing to admit defeat to accept a new triumph in my life. I'll pop some Tylenol and put one foot after the other.

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.]