What to do, what to do, what to do… React or retract? So many people, so many loves, so many stories, so many miles. I hear the road calling – it’s begging for my return. I wonder what’s out there, and what I missed. I feel, like so many feel, as if life continues without me, moving forward while I stay behind, continuing from wherever I am not. I can’t help but feel that it is not complete, the journey to knowing my soul, yet know it never will be.
I’m not the only one: so many tell me stories of release. Of breaking free. Of flying. They either have the all important desire or the ever precious memory. I have both. Yet, my realistic mind moves in for the kill, tries to overpower my idealistic mind. A civil war in my cerebral cortex, beyond my (apparent) control. Do I fight? Do I provoke? Do I tend the kindling, or snuff the flame?
We all know of paths. There a billions of them, spurred by billions more. They all lead us to each other, in some crazy scheme of the Earth. Not all on this great green gem mingle, mind you – but everyone in our circle, our eternal family, our ever-expanding beds, and, in the end, our overflowing hearts. Road blocks do no good. Neither do shortcuts. The meandering paths criss-cross and merge, splinter and dead-end. They simply are. You only have to go along for the ride.
That’s why I can’t shake the road from my senses. I can’t ignore the call. I rationalize; I disregard my senses for something more logical. It makes no sense, and it’s to no avail. I will return to the road, to the wild unknown that is fabled and foretold by those of a greater generation. I only wonder if I’ll go alone.
