The road spiraling ahead makes me feel like I’m in some kind of maze. Making my way ahead but at the mercy of others. I’m taken ahead by someone else. My mind is drawn to a story I read a while back. Not sure where was it, nat geo or lonely planet, a guy cycling his way through a rain forest, drenched in mud and sweat, exhausted and simply happy. I want to do that. Just pack my bags and go. Someplace I can get lost without the guilt or the burden of the mundane trivialities of my inexcusably boring and routine life. I eagerly wait for that day and in constant hope and efforts to make that day come true. Jungle, beaches, rain forest, rivers, damn! Just anything!