Different Roads, Different Days, At Different Times, In Different Directions...

Hi!

Different roads, different days, at different times, in different directions. 

You never have to look too far to witness nature's scenescape simply, and beautifully proving how, though things seem to remain stagnant, they are really changing at lightning speed. 

We tend to fall into the hamster wheel willingly, almost craving its monotony. It's safe, it's familiar, we understand it, we recognize it on many different levels. It's home, whether we are aware of it consciously or not. 

Time passes whether we are paying attention or not. Seconds become minutes, become hours, become days, become weeks, become months, become years, become decades...

Then, we sit and ponder where the time went. Consistently surprised by the speed at which it passes. 

We all do it.

For me, it begs the question... why?

Why does it seem to be our nature to become a spectator in our own lives only to lament about being a spectator in our own lives? And somehow surprised that it happened?

It seems like a fixable problem, if it actually qualifies as a problem. 

If it does, in fact, qualify as a problem some solutions might be...

Go somewhere you've never been at least once a year. (It doesn't need to require a plane... or a vehicle of any kind, really)

Do something you've never done before at least once a month.

Try a new food at least once a week.

Do things that scare you on some level, in some way, even if, or maybe especially if you are unsure of why it scares you. The scare needn't be huge, it just needs to be enough to speed o]up your heart rate a bit, and just maybe a bit of flop-sweat. 

Different roads, different days, at different times, in different directions. 

Take them all. 

With the wonder and confidence of a toddler in a superhero costume and new light-up runners, embrace, chase, and face all of them. 

The view from the hamster wheel is so small, so limited, so void of the vibrancy that comes from stepping off. The view from the hamster wheel can become too comfortable, limiting us, pulling us from the field of play, and seating us in the nosebleed section. 

Who decided that life shouldn't be filled with silliness, laughter, empathy, and joy?

I don't have any proof... but it was probably the hamster. 

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May you find the want to, to try new things.

May you feel free to paint, to sculpt, to write, to sing.

May you go places you never thought you would.

May to experience and explore like you never thought you could. 

May you discover the value of stepping away from the wheel.

May you embrace the lightness it will inevitably make you feel. 

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