Direction in Motion

The question at hand is, truthfully, what is direction? Is it the path which one desires to pursue from free will, or is it the path which ones mind forces itself to grasp in order to reach a destination?

The answer depends on the individual, and after nineteen years, I have finally come to the conclusion that direction for myself is not based on free will. I have so much drive, and ambition, bottled up like pressure beneath wine, waiting to be released, but too timid to take that leap. My mind has forced all complexity in my thoughts to compact and suppress. They are now diminished to mere, simplistic subjects and situations, so maybe not only others, but myself, as a growing individual, can understand easier.

Direction.

I have desperately been extending my hand, grasping for anything in sight with stability, reaching a destination of a safe zone to lurk in, until I can pull myself up on my own, and gather those suppressed, complex thoughts. Until I can understand. Far too long have I been the majority, and set a direction just to reach a goal, that is not mutually desired.

I have since realized that my days are numbered, and time doesn't stop for anyone. To reach my destination is not impossible, and so much time has been wasted thus far, that every breath, every moment, is crucial in the hourglass of life. The clock of opportunity ticks away with every path not traveled, and every option not explored.

Its time to set my direction in motion, and have the strength to do so.

I can do it alone, from free will, I just choose the direction not to.