3 weeks ago
I find refuge on the road. The places that are less often sought out by the many and appreciated by the few. I take in the air differently amongst the trees than I do the city. When my bags are packed my heart too is full.
Lately, I’ve been suffering from the idea that this will all end one day. That adventure has its place in ones heart, but must then take a back seat to the more important things in life. I’ve stacked my plate in recent months and have grown restless in that time. Life’s stressors have made me physically ill, enough to seek out professional help, something I’m learning to do better.
With so much perfection in a world presented on the daily, I too am a victim of the fear of falling apart in front of others. But here’s the truth I always aim to tell.
My life is not perfect. I too grow tired. Airports take a toll. The road is lonely... But
The sunrises are a beautiful lead into the next day, the mornings are a quiet time to be with yourself. Afternoons present opportunity for adventure, and the nights.. a time to sit down with new faces and old, and share stories needing to be told.