roaming

There are times when I just want to run away and live in another place for a while. Is it escaping the responsibilities of life? Ignoring the things I am supposed to be doing? Is it just a love of adventure that is like an unquenchable thirst? So many places to discover and yet when I finally do go, leaving behind everything, there is nothing I really am inspired to do but roam aimlessly. No plans, little research, never an agenda to keep to. In fact, when I run recklessly into the unknown taking risks and letting the breeze decide my direction I always tend to land exactly where I feel just right. We plan so many things and are expected to do certain things by deadlines and certain ages in life but what if, for once, we make no plan at all but to go wandering into the night without a care or concern in the world telling nobody what we intend to do and perhaps never recounting the story of what happened to anyone but ourselves...just so that we actually believe it really was something more than just a dream.