I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to explore.
I know there’s at least a small part of me,
No matter how small,
No matter how deeply hidden,
There’s still a part of me that craves an adventure
For the sake of having a story to tell,
But mostly in the hopes of finding that treasure.
There’s a part of me that’s tempted to leave it all behind
For that mysterious journey.
A journey that could make or break a life.
But there’s another part of me,
The dominant part,
That stands firmly on the shore
Reluctantly ready to let that ship sail
For the journey is too risky.
For all I know,
It could be sailing toward rocks,
But then that small part speaks louder
“What if you’re already heading toward the rocks?
Then how would you rather go?”
And then I’m back to dealing with a craving to explore.