One of those. Like the sound of wind rushing through a tunnel, or the vastness of the sky. A nothing begging for something, inaction begging for action. Like the beginning of a road trip to nowhere or everywhere.
Makes you feel like a kid again. Staring out of the classroom window waiting for spring to fully sprout so summer can take over. Summer break has so much potential. So much to (not)do and so little time.
But now there's no end, and even more to do. The potential is maximized along with the time. And now like a deer in the headlights any move is a good move.
A doctor, a painter, king of the world. All is within grasp if you believe your Mom, but only if you work hard if you trust your Dad.
But who is that man in the window of the corner store near your house. Didn't his parents tell him he could be anything? IS this what he wanted to be as a 4 year old in nursery school. Where did he go wrong? Where did he go right?
What gave him the strength to make a living out of something so small. Doesn't he want to love what he does? Doesn't he want to run?
How do you make the decision when there's an infinite amount of possibilities? What makes one better than the others? There's nothing to recomend one above the other.
And it's left me with itchy feet.
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