Compass

Sometimes this world presents us with many roads but very few maps. We spend so much time trying to find the well paved path that we lose sight of our original destination. We run into detours and consumed by distractions we soon run out of gas. When we finally get up and running again the road has changed, full of obstacles and debris. The idea behind all this is that on our journey through life we all have a destination which through circumstances has a tendency to change to the point that we become lost. Sometimes though, we still end up where we were going. We know people who fall into this category. So what's the secret? How can someone maintain in such a world of chaos? The answer I think is that they have a guiding star, a compass if you will that points the way.
So how do we find our guiding star? That is a question I've been asking myself. I look around at family and friends who seem to "just know" what they are doing. Really, I have spent a great portion of the last two years searching, trying figure out how I got "lost". I slowly have figured out that being lost is not so bad, it gave me time to think and review, to learn about me. Somewhere along the way I realized I have always had that proverbial beacon but I just never noticed. A solid observation really. It seems I have just ignored that little voice, telling me where I am going. The result has been the scenic detoured drive along the highway of my life. It funny that I never figured this shit out sooner. Well not so funny, but interesting none the less. I'm beginning to think that the reason I couldn't figure things out was because I wasn't ready. You feel me? Things have really begun to make sense. I no longer feel the way I use to. I no longer carry the pessimistic views I once had. I actually look forward to waking up in the morning, though I still want to stay in bed a few extra hours. Who doesn't? The point here is that life is not easy, and usually really difficult, but it's so worth it. So where is all of this coming from? Let's just say a couple of close calls have really made me stop and think.

So how about a random thought that fits here?


A little known fact about me is that I carry a compass with me all the time. Ok, so I know it sounds a bit strange, but the idea is that I can always find my way through the world. It's really more of a symbolic ideal than a tool that I use. Honestly, I haven't used a compass since I was a Scout back in the day. The point is that when ever I open my bag, it's there. I used to think that if I got lost, I could find my way home but now I know I'm never really lost at all. I am only exploring this world and home is where I lay my head.