It Might Be A Quarter Life Crisis Or Just a Stirring In My Soul

December on the Oregon Coast

Which direction is right? Not in the cardinal sense, but more in which way to The Port of Indecision. I can navigate the worlds oceans (I mean I can at least hit a continent), I can read a highway map, and I am pretty comfortable hikig through the trees, but knowing what direction I am traveling in life is a whole other issue. I have my ideas, plans, and hopes... but what ones do I really want? What is my destiny? Where will my fate end up washing me ashore? In a previous life I must have been a sailor. Well I think so anyway... Having said that, I don't think I made it back to port.

"I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck 

With all hands spread all over the deck 

What the heck 

Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind 

Began to pick up what he could find 

Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice"

That would be the reason why my soul constantly pulls me to the ocean, but always knowing I am not in control of the tides... or my future. Kind of the norm in my existence I guess. I tend to gravitate and am attracted to certain things in life that at the same time make me nervous or apprehensive.  The ocean is something I love and yet in the back of my mind gratefully respect and fear. It can purify your soul and then without reason steal your entire existence. Then again, What is your existence if you are not following (For myself, Chasing after) your soul's dreams? Maybe I am skipping a few steps here. Do I really know what those hopes and passion are? Does anyone? As humans are we all destined to blink luck and forced to face the chance that we really know what we want? Waiting for that moment we find out heads or tails, right or wrong, and up or down. 

Maybe I am not chasing my dreams... it could just be my tail.