My life is often filled with chaotic moments when things aren’t quite right. Often times I am reaching past what is easy to have and focusing on what’s almost out of reach. The strain can be maddening, disheartening even.
The most important thing, I remind myself, is to not become bitter at the nice things for being so hard to obtain.
My life is like that now. So many intangibles in my head are caught in the web of loosely defined optimism and skepticism.
I am wagering nearly everything on an idea. That Cuba will teach me something that I need to know, show me something that I need to see, and offer what is needed for me to move forward.
The truth is Cuba, like my life, will be exactly what I make it. No more, no less.
I need to exist outside of the boundary of my own life. I need something external, something new. I am overly adjusted to the small space I occupy and the little microcosm I have become encased in.
I need to see what is outside of the lines and if it changes anything about the life I will come back to.
I remind myself that I built this momentum for a reason, I worked very hard and chose thousands of individual paths that lead me to this trajectory. I put myself here for a reason and now that all the hard work is done I can let inertia take me wherever it will.