As we drove down the never-ending streets I looked back and saw the overpass. I watched all the cars going in all different directions. And I thought about how nobody ever really knows where they're going. No one really knows where they'll end up or why they are there. And we certainly don't know where we'll be next, but we go anyway. We still leave despite everything that is the unknown. We still leave. So even if this is hard for me, which I know it will be, maybe leaving has always, and will always be hard but we still have to do it. Because that unknown has the possibility of being the greatest unknown to ever happen to any of us. If we don't leave we won't have the opportunity to ever know that unknown. Yes, it could be a terrible, awful, painful unknown, but it could be fantastic. It could be the happiest, prettiest, most perfect unknown that will ever exist. We won't know which fate is ours if we never even take the chance. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes we have to leave the known and venture into the unknown. Because we may not know where we are going or where we'll end up, but it seems to me like it really is a risk worth taking.
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Almost Something, Almost Everything
RandomThoughts, beliefs, and whatevers that could have been something more, but alas they are not. Even though they aren't anything I think they're too good to keep to myself. This is my random collection of thoughts, hope you enjoy.
