The Road is Calling
A restlessness pervades my soul. This can’t be it. There has to be more. The road is calling… or is it a desire to escape adult responsibility? Should I wait for opportunity, or go find it? Am I acting like a parked RV? This can’t be my purpose. I have wheels, where is my trailer hitch?
If I sit, if I settle, am I forsaking my purpose? I toss and I turn. I hear the idiom: “The grass isn’t greener on the other side, it’s green where you water it.” But my heart says, “there comes a point where if you water the same spot without moving, you’ll flood the grass and kill it.”
I cannot escape the calling of the road. Will my hitch come and find me, or must I find it?