when you are traveling a lot, you find that you have much more time to reflect. Reflect on life, work, family, friends, etc.
you think about things that you thought you had already thought about but really had barely just scratched the surface.
the older you get, for the most part, the more you are able to see what life is about and what you life is becoming. you pick up the tools that will allow you to change your life, or you let it bowl you over (or go with the flow) and you allow life to take you where ever it takes you.
then you try to philosophize your way into the delusion that you are doing what you are doing because that is what you want to be doing, or, if it's not, then what you want to do really isn't something that you should be doing because you have a pessimistic outlook on the road less traveled.
I think about what life would be like if everyone lived with reckless abandon. of course, I'm pretty sure that there would be an increase of child neglect and potentially infant mortality.
then I think about what life would be like if everyone lived under rigid structure and routine.
the balance of our lives is beautiful in its simplicity and intricacies.
for everyone to be would be as if no one were enlightened.
at least it wouldn't matter.
because then no one would care.
but we aren't like that are we?
we travel to the farthest reaches of what we call our boundaries, to find out what we really want is what we left behind. Or maybe, we find what we are looking for, but what we are looking for really isn't what want anymore, because in our journey we grew up... then all of a sudden what we grew up believing we wanted ends up being trivial, and then what we want is to know what we want.
are we lost?
the ultimate journey would be the one that would let you reach the goals that you didn't know you have, doing it the way you didn't know you wanted.
to whom do these goals belong?
parents wish so much for their children, but how often do they let their children tell them what they want...
but then, how often to children not listen to the very sound advice that their parents gave them in hopes that their child would not make the same mistakes.
We are the reflection of the hands that raised us. In turn, we reflect that upon those we raise.
Depending on how clean the glass is, sometimes the reflection is perfect, but make no mistake that the glass can also be distorted, but there is also the chance that the reflection can be magnified...
for better or for worse.
we journey and journey.
because that is life.
how many roads...
... ... ...
two roads diverged...
... ... ...
maybe its time to come home...
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Robert Frost (1874.1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I.
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.20
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i think i've already lost you
i think you're already gone
i think i'm finally scared now
you think i'm weak
i think you're wrong
i think you're already leaving
feels like your hand is on the door
i thought this place was an empire
now i've realised i can't be sure
and i think you're so mean
i think we should try
i think i could need this in my life
and i think i'm scared
i think too much
i know its wrong its a problem i'm dealing
if you're gone
maybe its time to come home
there's an awful lot of breathing room
but i can hardly move
if you're gone
baby you need to come home
there's a little bit of something me
in everything in you
i bet you're hard to get over
i bet the moon just won't shine
i bet my hands i can stay here
i bet you need more than you mind
and i think you're so mean
i think we should try
i think i could need this in my life
and i think i'm just scared
that i know too much
i can't relate and thats a problem i'm feeling
if you're gone
maybe its time to come home
there's an awful lot of breathing room
but i can hardly move
if you're gone
baby you need to come home
there's a little bit of something me
in everything in you
i think you're so mean
i think we should try
i think i could need
this in my life
and i think i'm scared
do i talk too much?
i know its wrong its a problem i'm dealing
if you're gone
then maybe its time to come home
there's an awful lot of breathing room
but i can hardly move
if you're gone
hell baby you need to come home
there's a little bit of something me
in everything in you
something me... everything in...
something me... in you
~If you're gone, Matchbox 20
