somewhere else

Street view, San Francisco

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

I’m wishing I were somewhere else today.  It is one of those days where you wish things could be different, but you aren’t sure how or why, and you have no idea how to get there.  Perhaps it is our human craving for stability juxtaposed with the ever-changing nature of the universe that has me aching.  Or maybe it is just the middling-ness of it being Wednesday.  Some days are for blazing trails, but today I am just quietly walking my pathway, wishing it would take me somewhere.  Somewhere else.

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