Asking kids what they want to do with their life is crippling.
It drives them to the point of anxiety.
At which point everyone walks around thinking that if they don’t know the next move then they have failed.
I never had any intention of ruling the world.
It was somewhere outside of Delaware, late into the night.
That’s when I found myself.
Or it could have been on an empty train lost in northern Italy.
Yeah, That’s where I found myself.
It could have been in a foreign airport, or an open road, even a drunken night out laughing with friends; but maybe I haven’t found myself yet.
Maybe the man I’m looking for so hopelessly is still out there waiting to be discovered.
Could it be that with each sip of whiskey, each mile, each fear, the innocent laughs and the unbarring tears, that I’m closer to finding what makes me up?
I can’t help as I take this late night drive but to conjure up all the emotions I once had on these very roads. Maybe these memories compose the man I am. These events that at one point impacted my every being.
Could familiarity be what makes a man or is it something greater?
Do we learn, grow and get wiser? Or just familiar.
As for me?
Well, I am still at a crossroads.
The feeling of a million things pulling me in all directions.
I guess the road can do that to you after awhile. It turns you into something new while you are still searching for what you once were.