Your Call to Adventure
I get the feeling that I've missed my call to adventure. The great reason and purpose to my life.
So what is the call to adventure? The voice that comes before you sleep which beckons you to greatness.
What chances have I missed? What opportunities have I shrugged off, in hopes of being able to say yes the next time? What does the voice remind me I still need to do?
The call to adventure never stops. It waits until you decide to look for it. But the voice gets drowned out with all the distractions that daily life brings. Could it be that seeking comfort mutes this call? When you decline leaving your front door because it's hard to tear yourself from the comforts of your bed, or the familiarity of your friends and family?
How can we ensure that we never miss this call to adventure? Is it being okay with making a fool of yourself? Is it accepting that you may fall on your face? That actually, you were, and always will be, alone?
Before I left on my big trip, I had the image in my mind that I would be swallowed by the tides and currents of the world. That I would be swept away from one land to another in hopes that I could be molded and shaped by my experiences on the road. I traded everything I had for knowledge, experience, and wisdom. Giving nothing in exchange for everything.
I have allowed the events I've experienced to exist within me, as much as I have allowed myself to leave my print of existence in the world.
I can hear the call to adventure still...And this time, it calls me home. This call is hard to accept. It's time to build a life that I am proud of.