A path without a clear direction is what I am thirsting to walk on to; striding forward into something unknown with no particular destination and no specific purpose in mind. I am aching to let my naked feet feel the dusty and stony road, not minding a bit the discomfort that will surely give me. It would be surreal to feel my hair making out with the wind not even noticing in which direction it had come from in the first place. And it would surely be a delight to feel the uncanny atmosphere embracing me without end and hearing only the deafening silence pregnant with obscurity.
If I am to be taken seriously and my thoughts to be heard earnestly, I do believe it would do us good to follow a path that we are unsure of and let fate or destiny or whatever we may call it, take charge. Most people would think it alarming and some people would think it unwise but I say it is but sensible and beneficial especially if we want to elude an incredibly mundane life.
The unknown doesn’t scare me. In fact, it is something I always consider the source of my existence. I am born in this dimension without having a clear knowledge where I came from and how was I ever allowed to exist in such a world too unfamiliar to me. I have no vivid memories of my past neither am I aware if I will have a future. What I have and what I am holding on to is my present. But that too, is one path without clear direction.
But then again, I always thirst for the unknown. Always.
