I suppose if I knew, I’d be living. If I’m Living then I”m Dying.
I have no idea. I’m vulnerable, unstable and afraid: I am alive, here and now.
To know the destination removes the element of adventure from the journey. Lost in the labrynth, I want a time out from the stress of this journey. I want just a few warm nights where I am found and I am held in comfort’s arms and my hair is stroked and my anxiety is assuaged.
The things that matter are timeless. This is what I need to keep in mind.