Get where you’re going fellow travellers; the sojourners who walk the way with me a little while. Sometimes buoyed by the tides and the winds,sometimes going against the grain.
When you see me do you wonder where I’m going? We are different; i’m still in the rat race even though I’m not a rat. You, on the other hand, may not feel in any rush to get anywhere or do anything in particular.
Yet we are the same in ways- being made of star stuff, to count one similarity. Your path, now interwoven with mine, is frozen in time.
Just keep swimming, floating, grinding.
Wherever you are going, just get there.
