the destination was set. the fijian islands was their destination, and by jove they were going to get there, or die in attempt. they yearned to feel the warm sun on their skin, the palm trees on the horizon, and the most beautiful sunsets imaginable.
The destination was still unclear to him, the car was stifling though, and he hoped it was close by. As they pulled up to the square garden of a short cottage house he became increasingly confused, he was sure this couldn’t be the place.
The destination was something that neither of them really had the time to care about. The road was endless, the company was as good as it got and the days seemed to promise never to end with the even breeze. Living forever was suddenly a real possibility. They didn’t need a destination
somewhere you are heading, place you are going. Final place to be. where you will be. there id a film called final destination about when people cheat death & it comes back to get them one by on ein the order they would have died. Becase it is there desitnation. There final destination. Ye get mi? innit?
its can make the journey worth embarking on – it’s gotta be worth the effort even if it turns out to be different from the place you thought you were heading
my destination is constantly in flux. right now, im not sure where i am or really where im going, but i guess wherever that is, is my destination. destiny is involved in a destination, perhaps? i cant wait to find out where i am destined to be. destinationnnnnn
A place you go and relax. An ending… a place you never reach, for when is there really an ending, except in death? Destinations are fake and ever changing, what we want to happen and never know.
There came a time when the destination was made clear, it was time to move. The orders were given and there were no questions asked. “Move!” and they moved.
Sweet sounds ring in my ear.
Go.
Voices whisper to me again.
Just go.
Forever repeating that one word.
Go.
It has become a mantra now.
To go.
Telling me to pack up.
And go.
I find that my own voice cuts through this broken record in my head. I had not meant to speak aloud. But I did.
Where should I go?
What is my destination?
Go.
It tells me forever more.
To go.
Destination does not matter.
Just go.
It is how you get there.
So go.
With that last echo…
I go.
There was no destination, and I screeched the car into reverse, tirings screaming, rubber smoking. I was smoking, ten minutes ago. Under the canopy of trees and leaves and ash, watching my life destroyed and the volcano erupt.
traveling to a far away place, having one place to aim for…..traveloing in a car and going toward that place that you are heading towards…..airport, trains, ships, taxi, cars, agatha christie novel,
train pulls out of the station in a blind dizzying rush of hoot and smoke. green countryside surrounds the silver snaking its way through the land, carrying a hundred people whose lives intersect only for this hour, this one trip, this many thousands of seconds upon which they have come together.
don’t you ever think of the tiny bubbles each of us live in and wonder how many times we unknowingly touch together?
it wasn’t the first time or the last time that I’d end up someplace that was different than I’d intended to be. It’s unfortunate, and fortunate at the same time. How many times will I end up someplace unexpected. What good, and equally bad things will come of it.
Can’t think. The road stretches past my vehicle and curls itself into a loop and for a second I think, “Why bother turning?”…but only for a second of course.
a destination. this is something i dont have.
all i have is a process. a way of getting, of going, of being.
i have no destination. and im alright with that.
sto partendo per una destinazione lontana eppure vicina perchè ci sono già stata.
E’ una destinazione bella, interessante, piena di natura e per questo più vicina al cuore dell’umanità –
Peccato che la stanno rovinando.
Vi dirò
Destination, a place to go, somewhere to think somewhere to escape, an ending but where you want to go. Somewhere you could begin something. Final destination, there’s no such thing there’s always something you have to be somewhere you have to be
Destination: I wonder what Destin means, because the word destination and destiny are thrown around a lot and I’m beginning to thing they’re like second cousins or something. Your ulitmate destination is your destiny, you know?
Life is not about the destination. Some people thing its solely about the journey. Ive come to find its about neither. Its about neither, just about the pain suffering one must partake to reach the end of their soul-less and bleak life. Sadly at the age of 19 these are my thoughts on life.
i want to go somewhere. it doesn’t matter where, usually. i just pick up and go. plan the best i can. but the fact that i’m on the move makes up for any lack of planning that might have been a problem anyway. i’m tired really. tired of staying in one place and trying to solve my problems. when i go, i don’t have to think. i don’t have to figure out who i am or where my home is. i can just… go.
no one really knows what our destination is.
where it is…
who will be there with us at the destination, or who waits there for us…
if its meant to be,
if we’re searching for it.
If we couldn’t care less about the destination,
if the journey is a means to an end,
or the journey is truly the best part.
What does the destination really tell you?
Who you are
I want to go to a far away destination.
Throw all burdens away and be free on a shore of dreams. This life is so filled with illusions, the way we act, they we talk, the way we threat each other. Everything seems like fake.
destination to a far away land. going in life. I want to be with him. Love. What is destination? where are we supposed to go? Whatever. The universe is guiding me. I want him right now. Maybe I don’t really. I duno. We’ll see where it takes me in life. Haha. I wonder.
the destination was set. the fijian islands was their destination, and by jove they were going to get there, or die in attempt. they yearned to feel the warm sun on their skin, the palm trees on the horizon, and the most beautiful sunsets imaginable.
The destination was still unclear to him, the car was stifling though, and he hoped it was close by. As they pulled up to the square garden of a short cottage house he became increasingly confused, he was sure this couldn’t be the place.
The destination was something that neither of them really had the time to care about. The road was endless, the company was as good as it got and the days seemed to promise never to end with the even breeze. Living forever was suddenly a real possibility. They didn’t need a destination
i wrote the last one, and it’s meant to say destiny.. im a douche lol
I love how the word is related to the word destination – or something along those lines. It’s where we end up.
Cliché: the journey is the destination; the process is the goal; the pleasure is in the pursuit; seduction is better than sex. Clichés.
somewhere you are heading, place you are going. Final place to be. where you will be. there id a film called final destination about when people cheat death & it comes back to get them one by on ein the order they would have died. Becase it is there desitnation. There final destination. Ye get mi? innit?
its can make the journey worth embarking on – it’s gotta be worth the effort even if it turns out to be different from the place you thought you were heading
my destination is constantly in flux. right now, im not sure where i am or really where im going, but i guess wherever that is, is my destination. destiny is involved in a destination, perhaps? i cant wait to find out where i am destined to be. destinationnnnnn
A place you go and relax. An ending… a place you never reach, for when is there really an ending, except in death? Destinations are fake and ever changing, what we want to happen and never know.
destination
I can’t wait until I go to Japan, I leave in 98 days. It’s going to be amasing. My first over-seas trip, I lean Japanese but I’m not very good.
detination is a place. on another matter rosie has to do her homework… so i need to get of the computer.
There came a time when the destination was made clear, it was time to move. The orders were given and there were no questions asked. “Move!” and they moved.
destination is the place you intend to be. hence, ghasd and maghsad in arabic
I don’t know my destination…I just travel and travel.
most people have a 5 year plan but me
i just plan to end up in some place
my destintaion
Sweet sounds ring in my ear.
Go.
Voices whisper to me again.
Just go.
Forever repeating that one word.
Go.
It has become a mantra now.
To go.
Telling me to pack up.
And go.
I find that my own voice cuts through this broken record in my head. I had not meant to speak aloud. But I did.
Where should I go?
What is my destination?
Go.
It tells me forever more.
To go.
Destination does not matter.
Just go.
It is how you get there.
So go.
With that last echo…
I go.
There was no destination, and I screeched the car into reverse, tirings screaming, rubber smoking. I was smoking, ten minutes ago. Under the canopy of trees and leaves and ash, watching my life destroyed and the volcano erupt.
There is no joy in the final destination, only good byes. For the joy, lays in the journey itself
traveling to a far away place, having one place to aim for…..traveloing in a car and going toward that place that you are heading towards…..airport, trains, ships, taxi, cars, agatha christie novel,
train pulls out of the station in a blind dizzying rush of hoot and smoke. green countryside surrounds the silver snaking its way through the land, carrying a hundred people whose lives intersect only for this hour, this one trip, this many thousands of seconds upon which they have come together.
don’t you ever think of the tiny bubbles each of us live in and wonder how many times we unknowingly touch together?
a place to go, holiday, work, finish line
it wasn’t the first time or the last time that I’d end up someplace that was different than I’d intended to be. It’s unfortunate, and fortunate at the same time. How many times will I end up someplace unexpected. What good, and equally bad things will come of it.
Can’t think. The road stretches past my vehicle and curls itself into a loop and for a second I think, “Why bother turning?”…but only for a second of course.
It’s a steep drop, and we have places to be.
a destination. this is something i dont have.
all i have is a process. a way of getting, of going, of being.
i have no destination. and im alright with that.
sto partendo per una destinazione lontana eppure vicina perchè ci sono già stata.
E’ una destinazione bella, interessante, piena di natura e per questo più vicina al cuore dell’umanità –
Peccato che la stanno rovinando.
Vi dirò
my fate, please take me there.
destination
Destination, a place to go, somewhere to think somewhere to escape, an ending but where you want to go. Somewhere you could begin something. Final destination, there’s no such thing there’s always something you have to be somewhere you have to be
i love my world its really so beautiful…i love it
Destination: I wonder what Destin means, because the word destination and destiny are thrown around a lot and I’m beginning to thing they’re like second cousins or something. Your ulitmate destination is your destiny, you know?
Life is not about the destination. Some people thing its solely about the journey. Ive come to find its about neither. Its about neither, just about the pain suffering one must partake to reach the end of their soul-less and bleak life. Sadly at the age of 19 these are my thoughts on life.
destination: the place I am going , not where I have been or what i see on the way , just where i end up before i choose my next destination
i want to go somewhere. it doesn’t matter where, usually. i just pick up and go. plan the best i can. but the fact that i’m on the move makes up for any lack of planning that might have been a problem anyway. i’m tired really. tired of staying in one place and trying to solve my problems. when i go, i don’t have to think. i don’t have to figure out who i am or where my home is. i can just… go.
no one really knows what our destination is.
where it is…
who will be there with us at the destination, or who waits there for us…
if its meant to be,
if we’re searching for it.
If we couldn’t care less about the destination,
if the journey is a means to an end,
or the journey is truly the best part.
What does the destination really tell you?
Who you are
russia
plane
dubai
cruise
cancun
houston
las vegas
VISA
passport
airline
baggage
I want to go to a far away destination.
Throw all burdens away and be free on a shore of dreams. This life is so filled with illusions, the way we act, they we talk, the way we threat each other. Everything seems like fake.
destination
destination to a far away land. going in life. I want to be with him. Love. What is destination? where are we supposed to go? Whatever. The universe is guiding me. I want him right now. Maybe I don’t really. I duno. We’ll see where it takes me in life. Haha. I wonder.