I wish I had a destination. You know, somewhere I really, truly wanted to go. I’m not talking about a physical place. I’m talking more of a mental/spiritual place. I know where I’m at spiritually. But I wish I had a final destination, other than heaven. Someplace here on earth that I was honestly working toward. I kind of feel stagnant. Like I’ve been sitting too long in one place without moving. I just want to move.
Destinations are everywhere. They are perhaps already reached, or far, far away. They are in our dreams, our daily lives, and our hopes. Some are good, some are undoubtedly bad, yet we may not already know so; however a destination is inevitable, no matter if this destination changes – there will always be an end.
No one knows where they are going. No one knows their final destination. It is a mystery, and it is scary. People chase destination like kids chase butterflies: always just out of reach.
who doesn’t want to end up at their final destination? I think knowning what that place is is a little bit harder though. how do you know where you’re going to end up? it’s an idea i think, a state of mind.
can you follow me into the distance. where the wild things are. will you ever cry on a wild flower, now allowing your thoughtsw to arise? how about i let time tell how my soul flows. and only then will you know how to make me breathe in this fresh air of self relience and satisfaction of the free spirited souls of this small world. into the night we cry and lay now letting the tears flow into our hearts.
where you are going, in the long run or short run. i like the long run better, it’s more fun to think about. or you could think final destination. that makes destination kind of scary though… destination is better when you think about it as destiny.
a place to be when where you are is too foggy. a goal in mind helping to pass the time. to help typing sound like waves and recycled air smell like a fresh breeze.
Sometimes we worry too much about who we’ll become. Where we’ll be in 5 years from now. Why are we so concerned with the intangible future? I say that we should forget worrying about who we’ll meet and what to be, and just enjoy where we’re at. The journey far outweighs the destination.
i arrive at my destination, the place is dreary but also comfortable. where i am, what i do and where i go, i throw myself willingly, my destination can be anything i want it to be. fear and life hand in hand for the thrilling risk of the happiness at the end of the road.
My favourite destination for holiday is England. I first went there when I was 15. I still don’t know what to do back then, but now if I have chance, I will go there backpacking with my love one.
A lot of things come to mind, when one thinks of their destination. Probably the last thing tat one thinks of, is the place they’re coming from. In order to have a place to go, we have to have a place of origin. A place too often forgotten in today’s society. We’re always looking ahead for the next big promotion, raise, car, product, etc. When we finally learn to slow down, and forget our destinations,
Today our friend is leaving. He is going back to Charlotte and he just told me that this is the one time that he has really been sad about leaving. It is a strange feeling to hear him say this. He says it in a way that makes me feel like he wants to tell me something or just needs to talk to someone about something major in his life but he just doesn’t know what to say. I hope he finds his direction.
who knows what our final destination is? I, for one have no clue. But, as they say, they journey is always much more fulfilling than the destination. My journey goes through its highs and lows– wonder,embarrassment,joy and despair–everyday of my life.
lets get to that destination. the destination where everything is alright and everything that happened on the trip there doesn’t matter. i can’t wait to get to that destination.
life is a journey but too often we wonder what our destination is. Is it to succeed, to end in failure or is the very purpose of it simply to enjoy the journey, unmindful of the destination itself. Whatever it may be, one thing is clear: the experience along determines the destiny, how we enjoy our time on the road will shape the type of destination, in essence it could be paradise, or it could be a marshland with nothing but unforgiving misery and pain
destination unknown. knowledge is definitely not power here. for knowing makes me dispensable. if you know where i’m going, don’t tell me before the breath goes out… i have already ended.
destination is our final goal. We sometimes choose our destination, other times it is thrust upon us. But we always have a chance to change our destination, even when it is thrust upon us. It takes work to reach a favorable destination, but its always worth it.
one word is very special it can have many term and meanings it also can make happy and sad to a single person or the people of whole universe so it has a great importance.
a journey to where we are going is always the question we ask, what is life. One can not know what life is but only where we are now in this moment. The destination of your life is now. Your dreams are now. Your desires are now. Have you arrived at your destination or are you still waiting?
It doesn’t make sense. There is no destination because the future is imaginary. There is only the present. A destination is a proposal, not a certainty. A possibility. But anything can happen in the infinite presents that occur between now and then.
It´s the place we are all heading, sometimes we will reach it, sometimes we wont. Maybe you reached one today, and maybe one tomorrow. But one thing is certain, we are all heading to one.
destinationÂ’s a madcap. and worse, itÂ’s pals with destiny and fate, swashbucklers both. both going nowhere manÂ’s ego says it wants to go. ego says itÂ’s driving the bus but itÂ’s bat blind and its radar is down. to ego, destination is the 200 feet it can see in front of it, driving in the dark from new York to san fran. destiny and fate just laugh, call it egoÂ’s boondoggle.
Life has never been about the destination, but rather about the trip itself. I’ve had the pleasure of traveling extensively for much of my adult life, spending at least 8 months on the road every year and I’ve never been a destination traveler. Its about the roads, the people and the places you can see while perpetually moving.
Purging oneself of the bonds of repetition occasionally requires a change of scenery. Bob found this to be evident in his current situation and set about making his surroundings morph into a stranger world in which he could find his curiosity stimulated.
Bali, 2009 in october.
Bringing my surfboard and hitting the waves the bali has to offer.
Padma hotel, own surf beach and im looking forward to it so much
its winter in perth, and i want heat and beaches so bad
Bali will give that to me :D
NOWHERE SOME WOULD SAY. YET OTHERS STILL WANT TO FIND THAT SPECIAL SOMEWHERE WHERE THEY THINK IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE KINDA LIKE THIS WRITING GOING NOWHERE YET STILL GOING forward.
I wish I had a destination. You know, somewhere I really, truly wanted to go. I’m not talking about a physical place. I’m talking more of a mental/spiritual place. I know where I’m at spiritually. But I wish I had a final destination, other than heaven. Someplace here on earth that I was honestly working toward. I kind of feel stagnant. Like I’ve been sitting too long in one place without moving. I just want to move.
Destinations are everywhere. They are perhaps already reached, or far, far away. They are in our dreams, our daily lives, and our hopes. Some are good, some are undoubtedly bad, yet we may not already know so; however a destination is inevitable, no matter if this destination changes – there will always be an end.
No one knows where they are going. No one knows their final destination. It is a mystery, and it is scary. People chase destination like kids chase butterflies: always just out of reach.
who doesn’t want to end up at their final destination? I think knowning what that place is is a little bit harder though. how do you know where you’re going to end up? it’s an idea i think, a state of mind.
always here at that same damn place, when i’ve got it and i forgot what i came here for i for got what i 1 2 3 4. and i’m falling from the tree.
backyard
can you follow me into the distance. where the wild things are. will you ever cry on a wild flower, now allowing your thoughtsw to arise? how about i let time tell how my soul flows. and only then will you know how to make me breathe in this fresh air of self relience and satisfaction of the free spirited souls of this small world. into the night we cry and lay now letting the tears flow into our hearts.
where you are going, in the long run or short run. i like the long run better, it’s more fun to think about. or you could think final destination. that makes destination kind of scary though… destination is better when you think about it as destiny.
final place to rest
Where I’m going and I would much rather stay right here
a place to be when where you are is too foggy. a goal in mind helping to pass the time. to help typing sound like waves and recycled air smell like a fresh breeze.
Sometimes we worry too much about who we’ll become. Where we’ll be in 5 years from now. Why are we so concerned with the intangible future? I say that we should forget worrying about who we’ll meet and what to be, and just enjoy where we’re at. The journey far outweighs the destination.
A place you desire to go to. A place you plan a trip to. The place at the end of the car drive, or the bike ride, or the walk. A place.
LIFE IS MORE PRECIOUS, AS i SEEM TO MATURE THROUGH THE DAY! I really learn how to enjoy the moment.
Living is not practiced, but impromptured. Be the best you can be!
i arrive at my destination, the place is dreary but also comfortable. where i am, what i do and where i go, i throw myself willingly, my destination can be anything i want it to be. fear and life hand in hand for the thrilling risk of the happiness at the end of the road.
My favourite destination for holiday is England. I first went there when I was 15. I still don’t know what to do back then, but now if I have chance, I will go there backpacking with my love one.
A lot of things come to mind, when one thinks of their destination. Probably the last thing tat one thinks of, is the place they’re coming from. In order to have a place to go, we have to have a place of origin. A place too often forgotten in today’s society. We’re always looking ahead for the next big promotion, raise, car, product, etc. When we finally learn to slow down, and forget our destinations,
Love is the movement. Peace is the destination.
Wo gehör ich hin?
Today our friend is leaving. He is going back to Charlotte and he just told me that this is the one time that he has really been sad about leaving. It is a strange feeling to hear him say this. He says it in a way that makes me feel like he wants to tell me something or just needs to talk to someone about something major in his life but he just doesn’t know what to say. I hope he finds his direction.
who knows what our final destination is? I, for one have no clue. But, as they say, they journey is always much more fulfilling than the destination. My journey goes through its highs and lows– wonder,embarrassment,joy and despair–everyday of my life.
lets get to that destination. the destination where everything is alright and everything that happened on the trip there doesn’t matter. i can’t wait to get to that destination.
my self, the pearson i know more in the world every day i discouver
life is a journey but too often we wonder what our destination is. Is it to succeed, to end in failure or is the very purpose of it simply to enjoy the journey, unmindful of the destination itself. Whatever it may be, one thing is clear: the experience along determines the destiny, how we enjoy our time on the road will shape the type of destination, in essence it could be paradise, or it could be a marshland with nothing but unforgiving misery and pain
your attitude determines your destination mmore than you realize. The most important part of the journey is not the destination.
destination unknown. knowledge is definitely not power here. for knowing makes me dispensable. if you know where i’m going, don’t tell me before the breath goes out… i have already ended.
destination is our final goal. We sometimes choose our destination, other times it is thrust upon us. But we always have a chance to change our destination, even when it is thrust upon us. It takes work to reach a favorable destination, but its always worth it.
My destination is in the hands and minds of my children. My inflictions seem to have paid off! Music is their first love too. And ever shall be.
one word is very special it can have many term and meanings it also can make happy and sad to a single person or the people of whole universe so it has a great importance.
a journey to where we are going is always the question we ask, what is life. One can not know what life is but only where we are now in this moment. The destination of your life is now. Your dreams are now. Your desires are now. Have you arrived at your destination or are you still waiting?
I will start my journey soon. It is not so much about reaching the destination. More about looking at thing differently.
my true destination in life is to achieve success in education and to be someone that will contribute to society and help others.
what is the destination
It doesn’t make sense. There is no destination because the future is imaginary. There is only the present. A destination is a proposal, not a certainty. A possibility. But anything can happen in the infinite presents that occur between now and then.
It´s the place we are all heading, sometimes we will reach it, sometimes we wont. Maybe you reached one today, and maybe one tomorrow. But one thing is certain, we are all heading to one.
destinationÂ’s a madcap. and worse, itÂ’s pals with destiny and fate, swashbucklers both. both going nowhere manÂ’s ego says it wants to go. ego says itÂ’s driving the bus but itÂ’s bat blind and its radar is down. to ego, destination is the 200 feet it can see in front of it, driving in the dark from new York to san fran. destiny and fate just laugh, call it egoÂ’s boondoggle.
Life has never been about the destination, but rather about the trip itself. I’ve had the pleasure of traveling extensively for much of my adult life, spending at least 8 months on the road every year and I’ve never been a destination traveler. Its about the roads, the people and the places you can see while perpetually moving.
Purging oneself of the bonds of repetition occasionally requires a change of scenery. Bob found this to be evident in his current situation and set about making his surroundings morph into a stranger world in which he could find his curiosity stimulated.
Bali, 2009 in october.
Bringing my surfboard and hitting the waves the bali has to offer.
Padma hotel, own surf beach and im looking forward to it so much
its winter in perth, and i want heat and beaches so bad
Bali will give that to me :D
NOWHERE SOME WOULD SAY. YET OTHERS STILL WANT TO FIND THAT SPECIAL SOMEWHERE WHERE THEY THINK IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE KINDA LIKE THIS WRITING GOING NOWHERE YET STILL GOING forward.