Another Way

There are many ways to get ‘there.’ 

There must be because I can envision getting ‘there’ while having fun. 

When I try to get ‘there’ the way so many others are getting ‘somewhere’, I feel my energy draining away.

Their ‘somewhere’ can’t be my ‘there’ or I’d feel light and free to follow such a path. 

Their ‘somewhere’ might be right for them, but for me, it seems unlikely. 

I’m looking for a way that feels like I’m eating my favorite food or drinking my favorite drink or watching the sunset from a tropical island.

I’m searching perhaps for a way that no one has thought of yet. 

I’m feeling my way onto a road that might never have been traveled for the purpose I’m intending.

What if my road, my path, was created by animals migrating to a far away land during a far away time? 

Someone else might not think to choose a road whose origins stem back to beasts. 

Personally, I like the beasts and trust their instincts more than some humans I know.

Personally, I’d rather follow a path tread by four legged creatures who feel compelled to walk but don’t know why. 

If I feel the impulse to follow their impulse, maybe I’ll find my own path half way down the road.

Maybe I’ll see a train track leading in a new direction and my curiosity will pull me to a distant field painted with wild flowers.

While others are busy with things they feel are so important to do, I might be climbing a tree and discover from such a high vantage point that my ‘there’ is everywhere.

And while others still struggle to find their ‘somewhere,’ I wonder why they never seem to feel satisfied even when they get there.