Paradise awaits

I’m a traveller, absorbing every experience that I stumble upon and weaving them all into one tapestry that describes me.

Though my heart has grown weary, looking for a place to rest. As much as I’m a traveller, I’m also a runner and a strategist. I ran away from a life that I didn’t want to be in, travelling the roads I had to run in order to no longer be submerged under the heavy waters of drudgery.

Today I stand in new and unfamiliar territory and the uncertainty of the path I’m on requires me to keep on travelling. For I refuse to regress back to where I once was.

I’ve earned the ability to pragmatically live out my refusal through my willingness to remain vigilant of the opportunities that sustain my ability to keep running, yet I am hoping to arrive at a destination soon, so I may sit down and catch my breath.

I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow or when I’ll find myself sat underneath the glistening rays of the sunshine that represents stability in my particular ecstasy.

Though what I do know is that as long as I’m on the road to that place, I’m in a better place than where I ran from.

I ran from the flames of hell so that I could run towards the sweet scent of paradise.