There is great comfort...

...in what is familiar. No matter how big, how exciting, how affirming a journey has been, an adventurer will often seek to recharge in place that's familiar before the next adventure comes calling. 


But the soul needs adventure. It will yearn for something different, even if our mind does not recognize this need. It will rest in our hearts in the form of dreams, of 'if onlys" and 'what ifs." We need to acknowledge its existence or it dries up and eats away at our sense of wonder until nothing is new and our entire palette changes into nothing but shades of gray. 

We need something to look forward to.  Always. When our every day just bleeds into the next like one long day that never ends, that's not a life. We were not put here to be bored to death. The big world is out there and regretfully not long enough lives to explore it. So why be content with the mundane, the ordinary, the commonplace? Why choose gray when a rainbow of adventure awaits?

"Do not judge...

...a pain you did not feel" was a status a friend posted a while back. I appreciate the sentiment but now I ask, why not when others judge us so easily, too quickly and so unforgivingly? Why must you give the consideration you were never given? Why not lash out with the same cynicism you are shown? Why be noble in the face of such careless disregard?

I don't think I'm bitter. These are thoughts I would never normally give voice to. But sometimes, I am pushed and the thoughts come out.

The thoughts have to come out. They cannot be kept hidden in the dark, always afraid to be free. They have to breath the icy coldness of reality and harshness of the bright sunlight to understand that this is not where they belong. They need to be explored, dissected and answered. And then they can be at peace. And then I can rest because I realize again: Those judgments? They mean nothing.