Subject: The Start Of It All
so i finally figured it out it's the same guy everyday. he just walks up and down the street from one end to the other. and he's always wearing the same thing. i stop to ponder what this man thinks as he walks. always on the same side of the street. everyday without fail he walks. occasionally i nod, usually i just rush past. i usually run into him coming rather than going. but where i he walking to? there must be a point to his journey. or is he truly just walking nowhere but where he is?
these are the dreams i've been having lately. it's wierd. some say it's the pale ale, i say it's the fresh air and fresh perspective. i look up into the clear dark sky and see nothing but stars above me. but these aren't the stars i'm used to, theses are different from any i've ever seen.
i need to start writing all this down. maybe one day it will all come together and make sense. as for now, it's just crazy dreams.
when i started this journey i had absolutely no idea what i was getting into. i mean sure i did. i new exactly what i was about to undertake and i was ready. you couldn't have stopped me from going. i was making the first major adult decision of my life and it was absoluetly great.
i had just finished one chapter, well two actually- but more about that later, of my life and travelling was about to become the next.
it was time for me to venture out on my own and figure out who exactly i was and who i wanted to be and what type of impact i anted to leave on the world. i had grown up a privileged life and it's not like i was exactly out there on my own, but i sure didn't have a lot of supporters.
i had always known that i was expected to do great things but to be honest, i really couldn't be bothered. maybe that's what happens when you give children everything. they desire nothing so they have no work ethic. adn when it comes time for them to make good on their own they simply float through the motions never really doing anything but manipulating the situation to their advantage. well i wasn't ready to join the real world yet, regardless of what my physical age was. i still had a lot of life in me to figure out before i was ready to settle down and just do one thing. maybe that's the benefit to being given everything you want-- you are also given the opportunity to dream and make those dreams happen.
dreams. it always comes back to dreams.
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