Thinking that I’m a mistake is the real mistake.

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

If I’m perplexed by the fact that I’m constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I’ve determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

Running’ is driven by panic. ‘Destination’ is driven by thought. And while it’s terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn’t replace the fact that I’m constantly doing the former.

Too often my ‘target’ is whatever happens to have wandered in front of me instead of being something that I have intentionally put myself in front of.

Intent without action will leave every word that I use to describe my intent as empty and best never having been said.