Day 142 "The Direction Of Me"

In a dream I found myself lost in an area with no sense of direction.

I tried to figure out which path I was supposed to take from here.

I woke up feeling the same way.

Can it even be called a dream now?

Is there any direction that can be considered wrong if you are simply trying to make it through to something better? Is there any wrong move that can be made if you are only trying to move beyond the paralysis of your own fear?

I have my doubts in myself, and yet I believe in my abilities to overcome all that has been thrown in the way of my unknown path; and I am confused as to where this inner strength comes from without reason.

I have my fears that hold me down as gravity does, and yet I choose to fight them head on as often as I can.

I have an anger within that has me clenching my fists almost uncontrollably, and yet I temper it with a compassion and patience that come from out of nowhere that I know.

If life is not about finding yourself, is it about creating yourself?

Could it somehow also be about destroying yourself in the process as well?

Where we go and which direction we take, is but a choice, a choice that must be made with the knowledge of what and who you will bring with you...or who you may eventually want to meet or even leave behind.

I know that at the end of every journey I take is myself, waiting, to both reward and punish me for my efforts, or lack of.

I had a dream last night that I woke up in an area with no sense of direction, and I opened my eyes to the reality that I have been too afraid to keep them open.

Now I watch as Time The Thief invades and touches all aspects of my life, and sometimes he is thoughtful enough to leave some hope for me to hold on to.

There are moments where I think I may have an idea of the direction that I am supposed to go in, and as I try to keep myself from forgetting this lucid revelation, inside I can hear a voice telling me to wake up and walk in any direction that I choose.

This voice that tells me that I will meet myself again, somewhere I exist in every direction that I choose to walk, and that somewhere in the future I have an appointment to keep, no matter how lost I may feel.