Do you have wanderlust? I do; but not for ranging around the world to exotic places. My wanderlust sends me off to lonely places, to places others might shun. I see a small craft on the shore, and I can barely resist the urge to hop in and just . . . go. Where would I go, you ask? It doesn’t matter. The destination is not important. The journey is everything.
|Every journey starts with the first step.|
Sometimes I look out into a lonely field with nothing and no one around for miles and miles. Dark woods are in the background and looking very threatening. Or perhaps it's a lonely mountain in the distance. Then the overwhelming thought comes into my head: Start walking and keep walking. Don’t look back. Just walk until you can’t walk any further. Dangerous thoughts. If I couldn’t walk any further, how would I get back? What would I do out in the middle of nowhere? And by the time I got there, wouldn’t it be cold and dark and lonely, and wouldn’t I be hungry? Those are the sane ideas that rein me in every time, but I’m not sure how long they’re going to win this battle.
It’s a foolish thing, I know. There always seems to be something just beyond the horizon, just beyond my range of vision . . . if I could only reach it.