It's difficult, this living of life.
Especially now.
These past four years, now into the fifth, are like wandering around a new territory with no markers, street signs, or really any semblance of trail at all. Occasionally, a path will appear and I'll follow it for a while. A job. A relationship. A degree. But the path eventually ends, diverts, or becomes unbearable. So I jump off. I wander around for a while. Until I find another path.
I feel completely alone in these wanderings. Mentally, I know I am not. However, emotionally, I'm forging this path alone because no one else has the exact same path that I am on, that I have taken. It must be the American in me. The individual independence and desire to pull myself up by my bootstraps. The truth is... I don't want to be on this path alone. And I'm not sure why I haven't allowed myself to acknowledge that there are others close to me.
Anyone else feel like they are alone on their journey?
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