I want a portal. I portal to another place, a portal to another time, just a way to be able to explore or get away. I often wonder, if given no restrictions, where would most people go? When I think about time travel, there really isn’t one place in my earlier past that I would go. No one memory stands out above the rest. I start to think my life isn’t memorable. It sounds harsh, but is it true? The stress and multitasking I am going through right now seems to be clouding not only my judgment, but also my thought.
I long to be back in Central Park. No distractions, a blanket, and an afternoon nap. No thoughts really encompassed me that day; relaxation and exploration was all to be had. Don’t think me naive; I know having every day in that manner is bewildering in the idea of its possibility. But I do think scaling back the outside negativity and constraints would be far better than remaining the same. Yet again, as with my many ramblings, I talk about but don’t do it. No changes are really made and I am still in the same routine. What will it take for me to finally start making some changes? Obviously as busy as my head is, the solution will not come today.