I watched as the birds flew overhead. Wondering if there was any true destination or just going to where the urge took them.
Just as my life, the destinations not always clear cut. Willing to vary the coarse because what seemed off track was appealing.
It’s these side tracked journeys, these courses, that have brought good times and bad.
Much like the birds overhead, circumstances dictate the path I take. Be it the weather, nourishment, happiness or just free will.
When I look at my journey, my destination is clouded. Clouded because of free will, the want of happiness, the pursuit of the easier softer route, all of these can have effect on the journey, but the destination is never known.
Maybe I should look to the birds more often? It’s not I that decides where the journey ends or what the final outcome will be. It’s my choice to enjoy the good, accept the bad and continue forth.
