From The Roundhole

Everyone knows that the simplist way to get from one place in life to another is to have a plan. That and a little forward momentum will get you there. But what if you don't know where there is? I again find myself in the place that I could go anywhere, do anything. I have thought a lot lately that I just want to go home. But honestly, I don't know where home is. I thought I knew.  On one hand this could be upsetting, not to feel like I belong to anywhere nor anyone. That nobody would grieve for me if I were to move yet again, no one would really miss me. On the other I could look at it as a great adventure. If we are only here once, we should make the best of it. I could go to a different country, or go live in the wilderness somewhere. Possibly wander and try to find my soul in some nomadic lifestlye. I think that is why I like movies like LOTR, or others with kings, Wizards and such. Or why I thought being a cast member in the show LOST was intriguing. Escapism? Something...something must be out there calling to me, I simply can not hear it yet. I envy those with close families, and those who have heard thier calling in life. Or even have a plan.