But maybe the road split between:

a life spent longing vs. a life that was continually surprising

I’m thinking of how unexpected yet oddly preordained life can be. Events are upon you in an instant, unforeseen and without warning, and oftentimes marked by disappointment and tragedy but equally often leading to a better understanding of the bittersweet truth of life.

I feel kind of depressed today... Do you ever have the feeling that life has passed you by?
Worse than that... Sometimes I think life and I are going in opposite directions!

I'm thinking of how unexpected and yet oddly preordained life can be. Events are upon you in an instant, unforseen and without warning, and often times marked with disappointment and tragedy, but equally often leading to a better understanding of the bittersweet truth of life.

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it.

With everything ahead of us
We left everything behind.
But nothing that we needed;
At least not at this time.
And now the feeling that I’m feeling,
Well it’s feeling like my life is finally mine.
With nothing to go back to we just continue to drive.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.