It started out like a maze, torn between so many ways. Reaching end the options that looked possible, still remain completely logical.
Why do I constantly crave knowing, which way I should be going? My brain melts, can I leave my decisions up to someone else? I would be living in a breeze, mind finally at ease.
What I would do for a shortcut; a trace left behind, a footprint. I search for a sign, to show me I’ll be fine.
But I’m always left thinking the same, that wanting to know is just a shame. After reaching every destination ... I always stood proud, that what I never did was follow the crowd.
Keep feeding my curiosity while there are no rules to betray; the direction I choose will be my right way.
The right way, the right thing, the right person ... who has proof that anything is right?
Decisions mess with our minds. No comparing to the past, no expectations of the future, no analyzing the present. What is left to think?
To each our own, every man for himself. Where we end up, what we leave behind, where our minds go to wonder ... every direction, our own.
Always searching for blame, this misconstrue we won’t claim. But who’s foot walked the ground that led to leaping? Our own steps, impossible to be taken by anyone else.
Move with mindful purpose. When purpose is lost, habit takes control. If habit has control, curiosity is not fed. When we lose curiosity, we neglect transition. If we do not adjust to transition, our goals may not gratify the future.
With a goal always in mind, it’s easy to forget resting. To avoid mental exhaust ... relax.
Sometimes the paved route is best, other times, the unknown jungle. If curiosity leads us, no matter which path we take, what’s most enjoyed is knowing it was an adventure.
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