Along my travels I have received multiple possibilities how I could live my life (I asked for them). Some imagined very precisely by me, others stated very clearly by other people.
Theoretically I could do anything. I could be a shepherd, I could work at sea, I could run a farm in the middle of nowhere, be a vet, a teacher, an artist, I could be someone’s wife and have a regular job in a supermarket or cleaning, I could learn something or work or travel. Whatever. It really doesn’t matter. To anyone – but me.
That is a lot of responsibility.
How can I make the decision, choose a path when I have no idea what I want?
In my imagination, I can see myself (or someone?) doing all of those things. Different lives – different paths.
I know that I’m on a very specific path, I just don’t know which one that is. Unfortunately, none of these options fit into that path just now – but one.
Travelling.
To find out what I want, who I am in different situations, what I can and can’t do.
But that is also exhausting. Not having a place to go and feel home, so many new impressions, so many possibilities.
One day. One day I will know where I’m going (probably when I’m already leaving again 😉 )
What I’ve learned: stick with my path. I don’t have to know or decide anything.
What I’m grateful for: I can do whatever I want. I will be grateful for that.