In my adult life I’ve been called many things, but never cruel, inconsiderate, disinterested, selfish, thoughtless, lazy, cowardly, stupid or content.
For better and worse I’ve set my own path almost to the exclusion of others, and that path has lead me here. Which is to say, nowhere.
Nowhere’s not a bad place. It’s rife with possibilities, some entirely within my control and others random and unknowable.
I suppose such a statement could apply to anyone. In most Western nations, though, where the rule is to be physically, psychologically, intellectually and/or spiritually somewhere – often somewhere very specific or even pre-ordained – safe, and feigned contentment, dominate. (Not you, of course.)
The choices I’ve made, the roads I’ve taken and the roads that have taken me have conspired to lead me nowhere.
I’ll try nowhere now.
