Travel, again

Sometimes I see or do something, that reminds me of how precious life is. This unfortunately doesn’t happen often enough. ‘There is only one life’ as the saying goes, so why not make the most of it? Why is it so difficult to do those things I want o do, the way I want to do them, weather it is saying it right, doing it right, or being allowed or permitted by a system or someone else to do it – directly or indirectly.

When I was a child, I often looked ahead into my life and felt, ‘there is a lot of time’, thinking that I will decide ‘later’. That later has been and gone, and I am still not sure if I have actually decided. If I have, was it a good decision? Could I have done things differently? Why didn’t I, in that case? What kept me from following my instincts? Was it because of an authority telling me not to? Was it because I didn’t know, due to naivety? Ignorance? Fright of the unknown?

Or is there, overall, a kind of pre-determination to it all?