Detouring
by Daily thought and questioning of the self, necessary to know where one is standing. Maybe one is approaching a certain point in life where it’s imperative to ponder whether to continue the usual path, or take a detour.
Today, for the first time in a while, I gazed upon the window to witness the start of a new day. One by one, the rays kissed my eyes, as the sun rose to delight us with a day full of light. I have seen many suns in this short existence of mine. Many suns that have risen and fallen. Each one marking a stage of my life; each one showing up in the place where I was supposed to be.
I scan my surroundings. Is this where I’m supposed to be right now? Or am I witnessing a sunrise that doesn’t belong to me? Why is it hard to roam around, if I’m in my place?
Or am I?
Is this the path for me to follow, or did I, at some point in time, took the wrong detour?
I’ve ventured through strange lands, trying to prove myself, and not knowing quite for sure why. I’ve trudged through hills and caves, through valleys of thorns, up in clouds of the finest cotton, down under seas of acid waters, and by the edge of the abyss. I’ve performed in the loudest stage, for a mass of featureless faces, fixed to their seats- waiting patiently for my fall.
This life is to short to do what others expect you to do. Risk is the key to great things. That has been my sin- I’ve always played on safe ground.
I yearn for a little recklessness; for a little taste of true life. And if that means taking another detour, then so be it. I hope to graduate from life with honors… and with no regrets.
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