Sometimes life feels more like wandering than anything else. Even when the monotony of a schedule pulses as consistently as a heart, I can feel detached from it, and wonder just what it is that I am doing with my life.
Today is my day off, and today I feel like I am wandering. What is this life for? Who do I really love? What will matter in the end?
I visited my grandmother’s grave yesterday, and reflected on the times we had together 14 years ago. She is gone, and hardly anyone even remembers her. It is a strange think to think I will join her one day in the ground.
I hope when they put me there I will have few regrets. I hope today I can live in light of that day, and do something that matters, be someone who matters. I wonder as I wander.