Idea

Here is an idea: Perhaps I am an idea. Perhaps that is why the solutions of other people never work for me, because I am something else entirely. Some souls are bound to vengeance, love, faith, etc. Perhaps I am bound to wander. Perhaps that is why I never feel a sense of belonging, never really settle down. If I could see my soul, would I see an open road, darkness, or maybe even the Mark of Cain. I feel as if I might be bound to the idea of the wanderer. That this is my life, my destiny, my purpose. If so, then none of this really matters, there is nothing to do but accept my fate and adjust my life to fit it. It is but an idea But it is what it is.