We all have dreams, goals and ambitions. Hoping to have empathy for a glimpse of something more. That's my story,a travellers on a journey.
To travel is better than to arrive, it's not the destination that matters but the journey that makes you feel like you belong.
Who are we if not true to ourselves. Holding the key to our own freedom, to very one which seems oddly nebulous. That key is a mere reflection, who we aspire to be.
Yet here I am, walking tall like I know my place. But what is that place, where is my safe haven. For I know not what I should do, but what I shouldn't.
Life taught me that, to believe even when it seems impossible. To dream even if it is just that. For there is hope, there is a purpose. It's not about how great I become, but the greatness I can achieve within myself that makes me who I am.
It was once said, that a wise man uttered nothing. For in silence we see truth. In action we admire fault. The fault is not in our stars but in ourselves that we are underlining.
It's a perception, a final destination to where we hope to go.
Choose the path less travelled for you will discover more, the good may be damned but the truth will always prosper.
Seek not to discover all of life's gifts, for the purpose of life is to give it away.
Oblivion is inevitable, yes that is true.
But so is nostalgia, it's all up to you.
I fight the urge to want to know more. The need for discovery on a questful journey.
Yes I may belong in a world, but is it really my own. Or is it what I make it to be?
