“How many miles must a man walk before he knows where he wants to go?”
These words from a blog entry made me pause and think…. pause my week’s worth of piled on work and think hard about where I am headed. Do I know where to go? And to be honest, I can’t answer that question in affirmative. I have always been fiercely jealous of people who say they have their life all figured out and equally sceptic too. I once talked to a guy who at 26, said he had the next 50 years of his life all planned out. He had a plan A, plan B and plan C!!! Dude, have you experienced all that life has to offer already? Do you even know all that it can offer? How have you planned out your life??? I don’t even have my professional goals all mapped out… “Where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?” draws a response of “On earth sir, I can’t imagine living on the moon” (and with a straight face too, I am dead serious here)
I digressed (as usual!) and so will get back to what the sentence made me think… 26 years of life, 10 years of schooling, 6 years of college, almost 5 years of working and I still have not figured out the direction. I am the drifter, the maverick who wants to live all the moments life has to offer, who wants to tell stories to world, see that smile, hear that laughter. I am that ambitious one who wants the COO’s to praise her, who wants to be the best player in the team. I am the artist who wants to capture the beauty of the worl thru her camera, thru her paintbrush. I am the daughter, that sister, that wife that her family adores. I am a lover of life, love all the joy it has to offer and greedy for more…
When would I figure out my direction? Should I figure out my direction? Have you figured out yours?