Life, in terms of years you have on earth, is short. Short as in an inch on a yard stick. Twenty five cents in relation to a hundred dollars. And that’s if you’re lucky enough to avoid cancer, getting hit by a bus, falling down an elevator shaft… the list goes on, but you get the picture. We’re all here together, living in our little compartments in this vast world, dealing daily with our little problems and yet only some get to see past the boundaries of the United States (if you live here). Heck, some don’t see past the county line in which they live. Only some even take that mandatory week’s vacation and actually go somewhere. Generally speaking, it’s to the same beach spot they go to every year. Same hotel, same restaurants, even wearing the same ol’bathing suit and beach hat.
I sometimes think about how many places I’ll never see. The beauty that I know I’d be in awe of if I did. The majesty of lavender fields, the sunsets over oceans, the quietness of mountaintops. And all the fabulous people I’ll never meet and know. Do we impose our own boundaries? Is it simply something we don’t prioritize?
I have a restless spirit and it’s flaring up today:)