I've always had itchy feet. Being at one place for too long always gave me a suffocating feeling. I need to explore, I need to move, I need to hit the road... it's in my genes.
The more I walk around the world the more uncertain I am about my future. Seeing all the things I've seen and doing all the things I've done makes me realise that life has many different forms and it offers many ways which to take. I could either live satisfied with what I have, wanting nothing more, or I can be eager to gain as much from this world as possible.
It only depends on how you approach it. Our Mother Earth offers a lot to us, it's upon us whether we take those chances and make the most of it, or we say Thank you, I'm fine.
I am not fine. I don't want to be. I still want more, explore more, discover more, know more. It's not that I'm greedy. I want to find out why I had been born, for what reason and purpose. And to find happiness. I'm on the road already. I can feel it with all my heart. And then I will pay all I've got back.
The more I walk around the world the more uncertain I am about my future. Seeing all the things I've seen and doing all the things I've done makes me realise that life has many different forms and it offers many ways which to take. I could either live satisfied with what I have, wanting nothing more, or I can be eager to gain as much from this world as possible.
It only depends on how you approach it. Our Mother Earth offers a lot to us, it's upon us whether we take those chances and make the most of it, or we say Thank you, I'm fine.
I am not fine. I don't want to be. I still want more, explore more, discover more, know more. It's not that I'm greedy. I want to find out why I had been born, for what reason and purpose. And to find happiness. I'm on the road already. I can feel it with all my heart. And then I will pay all I've got back.
On The Road
In ardor I shall abuse the papers
Until I get the writer’s cramp,
To hail all them fools and dreamers
Like dear Alexander Supertramp.
Gone with a wind for a great odyssey,
Treasure hunter chasing happiness.
He hit the road, come what may.
His pockets full with emptiness.
Oh how I admire such a man and
those few others with lust for life
For refusing to dig his own grave
Whilst his body’s still alive.
I will breathe and enjoy the air,
Look with eyes open and appreciate,
To live, love and laugh I will dare,
And others with that I will irritate.
Like a needle in large haystacks
I’m hard to find, I’ve been released
I don’t know what happens next,
Only that the sun rises in the east.
Was looking for nothing but I found
My place in this complexity.
In deep delight I kiss the ground,
Welcoming my new identity.
Horizon’s turned into my motivation
Under the sky I made a vow.
I see myself in a star constellation.
Far away, settled down, but not now.
The road became my best friend,
Can see it’s long, wide and curled.
And this road will never end,
It probably goes all around the world.
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