the freedom to wander

A good wander, that's what I've been craving. My feet, my heart, my thoughts, my eyes. Let's all ditch our plans. Throw out the neatly typed to-do's. Do away with the calender color coded by task. Our souls need to get lost. How else are they ever going to find their way back again?

That little voice, she tells me that I don't have the time. She tells me I have to stick to the plan. This moment needs to be productive. Stray away and life will come crumbling down. 

The truth is, this moment can go one of two ways. Whose to say which be the better? What are we afraid of in freedom? 

Can someone please tell me? I want to know the secret. Whisper it in my ear. Disclose the right way. 

Show me the path so that I may step my two shaky feet upon it. They are frightened to death, but their eagerness is not easy to tame. They're smart, you see. Now more than ever. They need to wander.

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Image quote via Darling Issue 6, graphic my own