Drifting
It always seems to happen around this time of year. I’m not sure if it’s because of the changing weather, or perhaps it’s because I have to lay witness to the trees dying right outside my bedroom window. Or maybe…just maybe…it’s because this is the time of year where I realize another year has gone by and I don’t have any idea where I am. Now I don’t necessarily mean this in the literal sense; it’s just that most people seem to have a path in front of them. They follow it, accomplish some goals, and ultimately find at least some semblance of happiness. I look around and see dying trees. No path. Just a bunch of leafless logs. And then the worst happens. I start reminiscing. I reverse all of this traveling and all of those years spent wondering. I go back to a time when I was walking the path of dreams with many friends. If only I had known that path was going to fork in five billion different directions…I might have prepared myself a little better. We all went our separate ways with pleasant goodbyes, having every intent to stay in touch, but that’s a story well known and overtold. It’s a little hard to find those friends when you’ve strayed so far from your path that you can’t even point to the direction of home. I suppose there is still the better part of two months left in 2011. Perhaps I will spend them looking for my way back instead of staring at trees. Maybe it’s just that time of year…
