Pathways into the sky

Some are wanderers, drifting endlessly through a sea of uncertainty. I believe the term is "going with the flow". There is some merit in following "the flow" in that life may take you on a number of little adventures which may keep you in a constant state of ecstatic surprise. On the flip side, having little direction and no life plan to speak of can wind you up in the proverbial gutter, lost and desolate.

Personally, I like direction. Actually, I love it. I like knowing where I am going to be in a year's time, and even five years' time. Of course, as John Lennon famously once said, "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans". I like following a schedule, (which is why I dislike to some extent my uni holidays- they go on for a long time, which is great, but sometimes too much leisure time, ironically, stresses me out). I like making out to do lists and ticking them off. I like to know that I am getting from point A to point B. 

What really gets me though is the uncertainty that comes with love and people. People can vacate your life unexpectedly and put everything out of kilter. I wish I could control my emotions. I wish I could remain unaffected, as if I had a heart made of corrugated iron that was incapable of breaking. 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could 

To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Robert Frost, 'The Road Less Travelled'