One day,  I’d like to make enough money on my travel website so that I can quit my current job,  sell my house and travel the world without looking back.   I tend to feel this way when I think about the years that I’ve wasted when I did what I thought others expected of me rather than following my own heart and ambitions.

I believe that I became less like the person I was meant to be and more of an obedient robot towing the company line.  Now this is not to say that I do not presently have a good life, I do.  I LOVE my job, my boss is a pretty cool guy and I have co-workers that I admire and respect.  But I believe that deep in the heart of all souls lies a yearning for more…not in the material sense but in the spiritual.

I feel compelled to search for a deeper meaning to life;  to go beyond the safe haven of my suburban oasis and actually contribute in a meaningful and measurable way to humanity.  I want to commune with nature and all of the creatures that inhabit it.  I want to fly away to freedom only felt within the deep recesses of my unfulfilled dreams.  I yearn for the uncertainty of where my head will lay from one night to the next.  I am a vagabond.

Nothing makes sense to me anymore.  I think sometimes that the whole world is going crazy.  That we are only one circumstance from losing whatever marbles that we think we have so neatly compartmentalized that no one else will notice as our mental threads unravel in silent secret.

Yet, sometimes it feels as if there is someone in the wings who has a pulse on what our shortcomings are.  We seem to be always evaluated, judged and put into boxes not of our own making.  Is our lives really ours to do with as we please?  Or are we just puppets on a world stage doing the bidding of unknown masters?  I wonder………