I thought I was going to do something amazing. I had so many dreams, ideas, passions . . . then life happened. Some of the dreams were created and some fell by the wayside.
Sometimes I look around and I observe an old friend making a dream a reality.
I remember the disappointment.
What if.
I went a different direction I tell myself. It’s what I wanted, a different kind of journey. Yet why do I sometimes feel jealous? Where is my adventure?
Other times I look around and take notice. I feel deeply the love and beauty of this simple moment in time. It is exquisite.
This life has meaning I tell myself.
There is some other part of me experiencing the path not taken. I am told this is so.
Life is a rollercoaster of highs and lows. It has always been so for me. I would imagine that at any time, I can get off and get on the other ride and see where it takes me.
Or not.