Sometimes things begin with an action.
Sometimes with a word.
This started with a letter.
Its funny how things can begin.
Simple lines form simple words that escalate into complex theories.
Sometimes I wonder who instigated it? Who made us think how we think?
Is it our parents, who raise us, shelter us and influence us in our younger years? or is it our environment, the circumstances of our birth?
Do we have control over what we do in our life, our destiny... Destiny is a predetermined path that one fulfills in the leading of ones life.
but what if we do not want a set destiny, a cookie cutter life?
What if we long for adventure, the wide open hills spotted with wildflowers?
We long to feel the grass delectably gather between the toes of our bare feet.
We long to hear the rustling of the trees in the summer wind. to dance in the shadow of a great oak.
I wonder though if that will ever happen.
Sometimes when I dream It feels so real that I can taste the wind coming off the mountains, filling the air with the tings of pine.
The heavy heady-ness of smoke from a campfire.
I can see myself and other wanderers gathered, shadowy figures relaxed together under a common bond.
We feel safe as if no one could snatch our dream from our hazy thoughts.
We plan on a journey together, all from different walks of life, different "Destiny's" but gathering against a chain that holds each of us down!
We have been bound for a long time, but no more, we stand united against the bonds.
Brothers and Sisters, What binds you?
Fellow Wanderlust Filled Travelers, Where are you hiding?
Who are you chained by?