How strange it is we build these walls and define ourselves by our boundaries, when we havw, by nature, such an infinite purpose to wander.
I sit here staring out the window. It's merely glass. Tempered so not to break. But it's a portal. It shows me the endless wonder of what lays beyond these four panels that pull me into solemn confinement. I'm comfortable here. I'm sitting on a soft bed, I have a phone next to me, an ipod too. With the World Wide Web at my fingertips, who needs the sprawl of this wide world? Why not be the spider that makes the web?
There are places I'd like to be right now. I know no where is as great as where I am at this very moment...but I can't help but have that itching, burning, painfully incurable wanderlust syndrome come over me again. I love being in my car, I love traveling. I love being somewhere new to find adventures you wouldn't see just by clicking "search" on all our Google-d lives. It is possible to go. I just have to get there.
To ignore circumstances in our lives that are so obviously thrust upon us to learn from, is ignorance. How do I ignore this incredible gift which has been dropped at my feet? How do I step aside and let this moment pass? How can I just watch this strange, beautiful cosmic coincidence merely flow by me? I'm not going to. I refuse to ignore the beauty of right now.
There really is a big, wide, beautiful world out there. Filled with people, places and opportunities there are waiting for me. Me. You. Us. All of us. What you put out into the world WILL come back to you.
For those that want it, they can have it.
Go get it.
Bree
