Today I, as many days, I wondered why we step the direction we do? Why do our paths seem to be paved with misfortune, struggle, reward and redemption? Adventure, freedom, faith, all concepts that invoke courage from us. I wonder if every individual wqs courageous in what ways would life be different for so many? Could we really believe that if someone stood for every injustice at every offense the world would be in a different shape today? I guess I don't really know why we do what we do, to what purpose. Do we come home from a long day to be with our families or do we come home to get away from the world around u? Where do we begin and where do we end... why does this only matter some days, why are there days when the journey trumps the destination?
As per usual a lot of questions and a lot of perspective on why something nay be the way it is. But for many things there is no defined answer, we do what we do for our own reasons. Most of us know this to be true, so why do we act as though we do not understand that other perspective exist...
