“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
I’ve been struck by wanderlust lately. There have been multiple occasions that I have had to curb the impulse to just get in my car and drive until there is nowhere else to go. Maybe this is my quarter-life crisis speaking, but I want to get away.
Professor Marvel: …You want to see other lands, big cities, big mountains, big oceans!
Dorothy: Why, it’s just like you could read what was inside of me.
~ Wizard of Oz
Well, perhaps I should clarify. I do not want to run away from home, vindictively leaving behind the people I love and care about. I just feel that there is so much out there to see and do. I want to be running toward that.
Take a look at my bucket list. So much of it is going to include traveling. How am I ever going to finish it all if I don’t start now? Maybe it’s time to engage in that dangerous business of going out my door and see where I’m swept off to.
Reality check: Responsibilities. Bills. Commitments. Oh, and I may need to consider the financial aspect of this endeavor before I haphazardly go off in search of those big cities, mountains, and oceans.
For now I will just have to content myself with this random, restless blog about my inner-struggle. The general response will probably be what one of my college professors would write in red ink on lackluster articles:
Let’s just say this outlet is cheaper than therapy, and I’m not the only one suffering from their personal hour of discontent. It’s nice to know that no one is alone in their angst.
I just have to look forward to that day in which I will be on the road to fulfilling my lifetime to do list.
“Now… Bring me that horizon.”
~ Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean