I actually wrote this quite some time ago, but I've found myself again falling into this rut of dwelling too much on the future rather than soaking in my life right now. "When I am done with school..." "When I get married..." "When I can travel..." "When I have a family..."
It's what I'm learning while I'm getting to where I'm going that makes up life. You have to become before you can be. --Just some thoughts.
Anyway, this is called,
"The Point of Fixation."
Traveling trails
Telling tales
Of paths that lead
To what we need
Memories reflected
Of things neglected
On the side of this road
If only we’d known
The past is past
So we race to find our ending
We don’t realize we’re wasting all of our time,
Traveling.
On we go, continuing to chase
This dream of perfection
Forgetting our reflection.
We try to finish the race,
Instead of savoring our pace.
Transfixed on where we’re going
We forget where we are.
Where are we?
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