We were told to get a degree and follow the trail. Yet when we arrived the well was dry. Someone else had beat us to the hill that became a summit. The rules and forms of living are changing. Technology allows us to connect distances between livelihood and exploration. Two week vacation year! A fine print of the American dream.
When your bones are creaking and you served your dues that is when you can see the world. But that pension will run out so you stay and life withers away. Where were those twinkling stars that you gasped at in youth? When did you let go of the imagination. Fear became the refuge for excuses?
I have been too quick and arrived on time. Though, I want to be late and forget the watch. I stopped mid run and found a little forest. A patch of sun peaking through trees. Butterflies were playing tag. I smiled and took a deep breath. Look at what you would have missed. The road is not always a true promise of delight. Take a detour.