Considering the amount of different thoughts that flood my brain every minute of every day, I would never consider myself someone with a one track mind. The fabric of my daydreams is intricately woven with the thread of a thousand thoughts. One notion can spark the image of another, which leads to a completely different direction than where I started.
Connie and I visited the Met on Friday, and I headed straight for the Temple of Dendur. There is something about that place that is so calming. The sun shines lazily through the wall of windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The Temple stands solitary and proud, surrounded by glistening water. When you look closer, you realize the sparkle comes from the wishes strewn about the floor of the pool. I am a very superstitious person, and will take every opportunity to toss a coin over my shoulder. It is astonishing to think how many wishes were made in that very spot, gazing at the Temple. This incredible structure of stone, sweat, and tears… inscribed with a language I only dream of understanding.
I have wished for the same thing the past few times. I wished twice that day, as we sat on the oddly cool marble, drinking in the history with our eyes. I wished that this feeling I have is not for naught. I wished that the cloud of confusion would leave my poor brain alone. Above all, I wished for happiness. I asked for help in taking away this hollow feeling in my stomach. I pleaded with the universe to give me some direction, to send me down my destined path.
Could this be my path? I have always been restless, craving change and new experiences. I cannot settle on a career because I do not want to settle at all. Perhaps I am fated to wander aimlessly through life, grasping for the answers that are just out of reach.
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