The Walk

As we go through life, we assume it will make more sense, and the thoughts that we had years ago will give way to amusement at their recollection. Chats about cooties will give way to talks of best friends, and then studies. Most of what we believe progresses in a desired pattern, but there`s one aspect of the particular journey that seems forever elusive. Satisfaction. That feeling of wholeness, completeness, which we all strive for, but none of us ever actually reach. For those who come close, I salute.

Sometimes, the best thing to do is lower your expectations and assume that maybe what you have is perfect satisfaction, and there could be nothing better. But it's never possible, is it? To admit that would be to admit that all the other hopes and dreams you harbor, all the milestones you strive to meet are all for nothing, and there was just wasting time when there could've been productivity.

In true reality, though, if you aim to be happy with the life given to you without striving for anything better, isn't it going against the Lord's wishes anyways, because though he has given you the power to make something of yourself, he has also given you the ability to make your own decisions.

Live on, breathe not the air that everyone else does, but find your own supply, walk your own path, and saunter if you have to. Make the most of what you have, while always striving for more. After all, there must be a difference between being content, and being happy. Or wouldn't they be the same word?