Contemplation

As I stood stoically at the park frowning mercilessly upon the lake, I could only fathom that I was here primarily because I wanted to find some place or another to pass the time away since time will always be my greatest enemy. Years go by without any form of control which always exasperates me whenever I think about it, which usually I attempt not to, and here I am now alone and ragged to the core with just a backpack and a loaf of bread to feed me for the rest of the day; pathetic I know but being a traveler has its downside, too. However, when I think back on all I have seen, the lives I have both touched and destroyed, the things I have tasted and rejected, I would not want to live my life in any other way for I have lived my life to its fullest and I would never change anything that transpired over these many languished years on this temporary Earth. Travelers will always remain travelers and in this life we are the narrators who fill in the stories of life here and there and sometimes absolutely nowhere. Problem is, no one ever really knows what happens to the narrator once the lines are read "And They Lived Happily Ever After"; and so I can only say that where I go now is a place where dreams are made of. Near this lake I contemplate all I have become and now that I see my ghostly reflection in this tranquil mirror of water, I am at peace once again and I am ready to continue my never-ending journey across these planes of constant change and derision. This is the life I always needed and I will continue on until I reach the final pages of this game called Life and when all is said and done I will have no regrets for I am not tied to anything or anyone save for my old, withered self.