So many times in my week I have conversations with people about how they would love my life, that their life is mundane or lacking and that mine seems exciting and full of life. Ha. Ha I say! I’m secretly, well sometimes vocally, wishing I had that life of structure and dependability. A life that I can count on, you know? I find it funny that people with curly hair want straight, people with light skin want dark, short people want to be tall and rich people claim their money is just a big problem.
We seem to live in a world that simply chases… chases and chases and never seems to get to a destination. Cuz no matter where we are, we desire to be elsewhere.
Well dammit, I know I am a destination for someone out there, someone is saying they wish they had the very life I am leading. Why can’t that someone be me? I challenge myself to slow the chase and try to arrive… arrive somewhere… arrive anywhere. Today seems like a good place. I’m looking forward to stopping and looking around at all the wonder this destination has for me before I get too concerned with leaving it.