When I was a kid my mom always told me that I was on the road to nowhere. As I got older I thought about that a lot. I imagined a dark lonely highway, quiet, deserted, with nothing as far as I could see.
Sometimes it was in the hot desert, sometimes a lonely country road in the low country of the Carolina’s. In Time I realized all roads take us somewhere.
Sometimes the nowhere road takes us on a journey to the lonely places in our hearts where we find the truth about ourselves.
In time I found I was not traveling along the lost highways, but along the roads that always ended in places. I have seen the skyline of New York City sparkling at night. I have felt the Ocean breeze of the Carolina shore and I have learned a little about why I’m not on the road to nowhere. Perhaps it was when the road brought me home that I realized I longer was nowhere I am now here.
I left home four months before I turned 16 and traveled all over the county playing music. I walk railroad tracks and slept in Box cars. I have life experiences I will never forget. These are the life lessons that have always traveled with me. Guess I have always been an outlaw.
Point Of View:
My life may have been different had I listening to my Mom. In life you have to follow your passions for it to have meaning. Life is out there waiting to give you its answers. Maybe I should have walked a different path but what an adventure I have had.