the path not travelled
I commonly fear that I'm leading my life to find a purpose to be living it in the first place. It's kind of a backwards way of thinking about it all. We live to find out why we're living, instead of being able to live to fulfill our destiny. In what kind of unfortunate charade are we born with a clean slate and free-will but not told what the point of it all is. Somedays we're the ants just scurrying about doing anything we can in order to prevent ourselves from being reduced to an insignificant mess, squashed under life's shoe. I know tonight, that I'll wake up, and through the miracle of being alive, it will be another day, another challenge, and another lesson to learn, but why? If we're here today, and we're here tomorrow, and we may be here the day after, what are we to do with all this time. Are we living simply to see tomorrow, or is there some other point that we're all missing. My friend recently told me he's an existentialist, and another friend took me to church, while even another lives the life of a hippy, music, girls, and self-freedom being his ideal purpose to pursue. However, they all live so happily, they wake in the morning, they know what they want, what they feel they need, and they live their life according to their self-appointed destiny. Yet, how do we know we're not all wrong, we're not adding it all together and drawing the wrong conclusion. Logically, A does not always produce B, so how do we know that we're putting out trust in the right path. Robert Frost took the road less travelled, and was the better for it. Henry David Thoreau settled down on the banks of Walden Pond and found his destiny in doing so. We're all searching for our road less travelled, or maybe we're searching for the well beaten path. but when we come to the forks in this life, how do we know where to turn, and after we make a choice, how can we die happily, knowing that it was correct. Is there truly a regret free life, for everytime we make a choice, we sacrifice another choice, and in the end, how can we not weep for the path not travelled.