What if...

I do not know what the future holds for me nor do I know if I will be as lucky as I have always been. My job for now is interesting and the work is not too hectic, but sometimes...
Sometimes, I feel like I need to take a break and go do something else, something that makes me really happy. Don't get me wrong, I like my job and it does make me happy, but there are other things that I would rather be doing. Like travel the world and write about it. Yeah, that's what I would really like to do, become a travel writer. Late at night, awake in my bed, I wonder what keeps me from letting everything go and become a back packer. Just hitchhike my way across some long forgotten village in the middle of nowhere. Other times, I'd like to reach the pinnacle of the corporate world, leave my mark on the world.

How does one decide what is right for him?? Who can tell you?? When do you know and how!!! All these questions and more rage within my mind. I do not know how to answer them nor where to start seeking those answers.

All i know is that one day,50 years from now, when I look back upon my life. I might wonder, what if...

Pariah

An alien, I
in a world no less.
Invisible,
at large.
Pariah,
for those who can see.
Alone, I,
in a melee.

There are better worlds,
out there.
But home,
I long for.
Someday, someday
i'll make my way to my own shore.