As I wander pondering life, I also am wondering about the future, what it has to offer. When you think about it, the words “wonder” and “wander” can be synonymous. As you wander, alone with only thoughts, you wonder what the future holds. Right?
So many things I’ve yet to see.
So many things I’ve yet to say.
So many places I haven’t discovered.
So many places to explore.
To let my mind wander,
To expand my horizons.
To feel the love and pain.
I want to wander far and wide. I don’t know how but I want to go. What would I bring? I would bring my girl. That’s all I need. I’d go and after awhile I wouldn’t stop. i just want to travel, to wander, to drift, to exist. Join me on the journey, and wander with me. You can wander alone, or together.
Life doesn’t come with a set of instructions. There is no undo button. To wander is to keep on the path, looking for oppurtunities, solutions, and love. It’s being yourself.
to be free
to leave and never return
to live in harmony with nature
to live in solitude
to dream
to walk forever
to fly on silver wings
to be yourself
to make use of your mind
I began to wander down the street, noticing briefly the flicker of the streetlamps on the dark, murky surface of the lake. The smell of hibiscus flowers permeated the air, and was carried past in gusts of summery breeze.
All who wonder are not lost. I read this today on a bumber sticker and it is so true. We spend our entire lives searchong for something that we do not even know, yet we are not lost. The greatest part of life is the search, and the thrill of the journey. I am wanderig. I believe that having a set direction is a tad bit boring. So why not wander?
We used to sing this song when I went to a Waldorf school. It was about Jesus and how he came forth to die. I’ve wandered up and down sidewalks and beaches, but religion isn’t usually the first thing on my mind during these strolls. I’ve wandered parts of the globe, but what is my purpose?
I wander through the desolate winter in search of spring. Surrounded by darkness and cold, I feel nothing. I need the warmth of sun on my skin and the beauty new life will bring.
she wandered along the misty path to the pond in the middle of the woods. it was her private retreat, her own destination for serenity and tranquility. =)
to go from here to there, in my mind, sitting in the synagogue or at a shiva service, i wander. is it purposeful? sometimes. often not. sometimes finding that i’ve comepletely lost the train of whatever someone is saying. other times i’m more focused than ever. usually though, wander is a negative.
Wandering. It is done to find something. A place, a person, but it can cause problems. Like becoming lost. Wandering helps to clear the mind. There is no need to pay attention to anything as you wonder.
through the woods I wander no purpose no goal just moving it feels new and unfamiliar no lists no worries just looking searching gazing breathing sighing…wandering. step step step step stop look. breathe…wander. Now couldn’t you just spend all of your life this way?
I don’t wander like I used to. I used to wander the halls of my high school, just to see who I’d run into. I used to wander the streets of my neighborhood when angry, kicking rocks with the seething hate inside me. I used to let my thoughts wander through my brain’s channels, finding new and exciting thoughts. Instead, now I just walk down narrow paths, closed in by others’ expectations. No more kicking rocks to see where they go.
I once started to wander around the park one day with my mother, sister, and brother. A younger age, I ran into the woods looking for an adventure. Instead, I saw a man dressed in black – with a gun! I screamed and ran back to my mother crying, and the man looked confused and followed… Turns out he was just paint balling with some friends!
I like to wander around in places to view the new things I see. I also like to wander into locker rooms. When I get old I will wander into many strange places.
How does one decide that it’s finally time leave their world behind and begin wandering? Is it once you finally move on past your delusions and realize there’s nothing left? I’d say that’s about right. When the river bed has run dry, it’s time to pull what left of yourself that is part of that place and start walking. Leave your regrets behind and wander towards the future.
She tip-toed down the lane, her blond hair trailing her like a phantom in the breeze. The sounds of the stream filled her ears. The feel of grass tickled her bare feet. It was a perfect day to wander the countryside.
Wandering around, mindlessly. Ambling aimless down a bustling busy city sidewalk, enjoying the pleasant fresh air blowing upon your face. Nothing on your mind. No worries. Peaceful. You’re alone in the world.
I am wandering right now. In my mind. Because I don’t know what to write about the word ‘wander.’ What a weird word. If you say it a lot in your head, it doesn’t sound like a word any more. Try it. Seriously. It’s is kind of stupid. Oh well. I guess I don’t know why I am on this website because it’s stupid.
I believe that one must wander for a bit in order to discover what they are seeking. If they are conditioned to want a particular thing or have a particular belief from childhood, they don’t have the opportunity to truly discover themselves and by extension what they want.
Aimlessly walking through the halls is what I do best. Head down, phone out, pretend to be texting… all while being secretly vigilant of the boy walking two steps ahead of me. Then yesterday, he turned around and said, “Hannah, you looked flustered” with a chuckle. I smiled and talked with him all the way home. I’ve spent been eleven months meandering around, and all I wanted was for him, my friend, to notice how nervous he makes me. Yesterday I learned I make him just as anxious wandering these halls too.
I wander these grounds
as my feet introduce themselves to
the foreign
nobody likes change
but we all still must wander
without wandering
without curiosity
we will get no where
there will be no change
I left the building that day wondering where I was headed. I was dazed, confused, unsure of what I would find if and when I ever made it back to a place I recognized. But it didn’t matter; I was walking and that’s what I needed to be doing, letting my mind rest and my body act.
I love to wander the countryside…over hills and through wooded areas, listening to the quiet of nature. Soft stillness, wonderful peace. Not all who wander are lost.
Through the trees in late 80’s East Germany. Sun streaming through lighting small patches of earth in the dense forest. Picking mushrooms, distant calls from family. I am 5 and briefly alone.
My mind wandered over to this page and I’m trying to herd it back to where it needs to be. My staff is simply a cursor and my herd is a flock of words. Fluffy words with minds of their own, wandering about.
i left my house and started my journey into the near distance. i don’t know what im gonna do, but im just gonna have to do my best. Its going to be a long trip, but hopefully a good one.
I wondered as I wandered.. that’s a song isn’t it?
I just realized yesterday’s word was “Wand.” Maybe a “Wander” could be someone who wields a wand. It could be a derogatory term for someone who waves one around a lot, used by those who can turn you to dust with just a point of their finger.
I go through dark and innocent nights
the sky like spiderwebs
I walk and walk until my feet are lead
I don’t know where to.
Come find me
Come find me
Please
I’m lost
without you.
I want to wander across Europe with no agenda and just meet people and eat and drink and enjoy myself. I don’t want a cell phone or anything I just want to immerse myself in an entirely different world than my own. I wish i could live life like this in the Us but unfortunately i cannot because of school and work and drama of everyday life life.
Elizabeth wandered through the snowdrifts, her coat pulled tightly around her thin form. She glanced around herself, looking for some sign of life, but finding none. She didn’t know where she was going, she just knew she had to keep moving, not moving meant freezing to death in this cold, icy weather. Taking a deep breath she felt her heart stop when she heard a soft growl.
I wander along the vines, stumbling through the rocky soil. I think back on how many times I’ve walked these rows throughout my life, one after another, in all seasons. Sometimes, the gnarly vines are barren and brown, desolate looking. At other times they are vibrant green, full and lush, screaming to be harvested, to find relief from their heavy fruits.
As I wander pondering life, I also am wondering about the future, what it has to offer. When you think about it, the words “wonder” and “wander” can be synonymous. As you wander, alone with only thoughts, you wonder what the future holds. Right?
So many things I’ve yet to see.
So many things I’ve yet to say.
So many places I haven’t discovered.
So many places to explore.
To let my mind wander,
To expand my horizons.
To feel the love and pain.
I want to wander far and wide. I don’t know how but I want to go. What would I bring? I would bring my girl. That’s all I need. I’d go and after awhile I wouldn’t stop. i just want to travel, to wander, to drift, to exist. Join me on the journey, and wander with me. You can wander alone, or together.
He de vagar por los caminos de esta tierra que me vi condenado a habitar durante mi efímera vida
I will always be wandering, in mind and spirit. I tramp a perpetual journey, for as long as I live, always searching like a child in the dark. Ai
Life doesn’t come with a set of instructions. There is no undo button. To wander is to keep on the path, looking for oppurtunities, solutions, and love. It’s being yourself.
to be free
to leave and never return
to live in harmony with nature
to live in solitude
to dream
to walk forever
to fly on silver wings
to be yourself
to make use of your mind
I began to wander down the street, noticing briefly the flicker of the streetlamps on the dark, murky surface of the lake. The smell of hibiscus flowers permeated the air, and was carried past in gusts of summery breeze.
All who wonder are not lost. I read this today on a bumber sticker and it is so true. We spend our entire lives searchong for something that we do not even know, yet we are not lost. The greatest part of life is the search, and the thrill of the journey. I am wanderig. I believe that having a set direction is a tad bit boring. So why not wander?
We used to sing this song when I went to a Waldorf school. It was about Jesus and how he came forth to die. I’ve wandered up and down sidewalks and beaches, but religion isn’t usually the first thing on my mind during these strolls. I’ve wandered parts of the globe, but what is my purpose?
Wandering feels good and exciting. You’ll find things that you don’t expect to see and happen. You’ll also meet you people.
I wander through the desolate winter in search of spring. Surrounded by darkness and cold, I feel nothing. I need the warmth of sun on my skin and the beauty new life will bring.
she wandered along the misty path to the pond in the middle of the woods. it was her private retreat, her own destination for serenity and tranquility. =)
to go from here to there, in my mind, sitting in the synagogue or at a shiva service, i wander. is it purposeful? sometimes. often not. sometimes finding that i’ve comepletely lost the train of whatever someone is saying. other times i’m more focused than ever. usually though, wander is a negative.
Wandering. It is done to find something. A place, a person, but it can cause problems. Like becoming lost. Wandering helps to clear the mind. There is no need to pay attention to anything as you wonder.
through the woods I wander no purpose no goal just moving it feels new and unfamiliar no lists no worries just looking searching gazing breathing sighing…wandering. step step step step stop look. breathe…wander. Now couldn’t you just spend all of your life this way?
I don’t wander like I used to. I used to wander the halls of my high school, just to see who I’d run into. I used to wander the streets of my neighborhood when angry, kicking rocks with the seething hate inside me. I used to let my thoughts wander through my brain’s channels, finding new and exciting thoughts. Instead, now I just walk down narrow paths, closed in by others’ expectations. No more kicking rocks to see where they go.
I once started to wander around the park one day with my mother, sister, and brother. A younger age, I ran into the woods looking for an adventure. Instead, I saw a man dressed in black – with a gun! I screamed and ran back to my mother crying, and the man looked confused and followed… Turns out he was just paint balling with some friends!
I like to wander around in places to view the new things I see. I also like to wander into locker rooms. When I get old I will wander into many strange places.
How does one decide that it’s finally time leave their world behind and begin wandering? Is it once you finally move on past your delusions and realize there’s nothing left? I’d say that’s about right. When the river bed has run dry, it’s time to pull what left of yourself that is part of that place and start walking. Leave your regrets behind and wander towards the future.
She tip-toed down the lane, her blond hair trailing her like a phantom in the breeze. The sounds of the stream filled her ears. The feel of grass tickled her bare feet. It was a perfect day to wander the countryside.
Wandering around, mindlessly. Ambling aimless down a bustling busy city sidewalk, enjoying the pleasant fresh air blowing upon your face. Nothing on your mind. No worries. Peaceful. You’re alone in the world.
I wonder if i wander if i ever wonder
no more celebration of thoughts and more insinde….
come in!
wandering wondering
and more
I am wandering right now. In my mind. Because I don’t know what to write about the word ‘wander.’ What a weird word. If you say it a lot in your head, it doesn’t sound like a word any more. Try it. Seriously. It’s is kind of stupid. Oh well. I guess I don’t know why I am on this website because it’s stupid.
I believe that one must wander for a bit in order to discover what they are seeking. If they are conditioned to want a particular thing or have a particular belief from childhood, they don’t have the opportunity to truly discover themselves and by extension what they want.
Aimlessly walking through the halls is what I do best. Head down, phone out, pretend to be texting… all while being secretly vigilant of the boy walking two steps ahead of me. Then yesterday, he turned around and said, “Hannah, you looked flustered” with a chuckle. I smiled and talked with him all the way home. I’ve spent been eleven months meandering around, and all I wanted was for him, my friend, to notice how nervous he makes me. Yesterday I learned I make him just as anxious wandering these halls too.
I wander these grounds
as my feet introduce themselves to
the foreign
nobody likes change
but we all still must wander
without wandering
without curiosity
we will get no where
there will be no change
To walk around aimlessly, stumble mindlessly. Often you do this when you have something else on your mind. Mindless ambling.
My mind wanders off. I think about everything, I think about nothing.
I left the building that day wondering where I was headed. I was dazed, confused, unsure of what I would find if and when I ever made it back to a place I recognized. But it didn’t matter; I was walking and that’s what I needed to be doing, letting my mind rest and my body act.
I love to wander the countryside…over hills and through wooded areas, listening to the quiet of nature. Soft stillness, wonderful peace. Not all who wander are lost.
Through the trees in late 80’s East Germany. Sun streaming through lighting small patches of earth in the dense forest. Picking mushrooms, distant calls from family. I am 5 and briefly alone.
My mind wandered over to this page and I’m trying to herd it back to where it needs to be. My staff is simply a cursor and my herd is a flock of words. Fluffy words with minds of their own, wandering about.
i left my house and started my journey into the near distance. i don’t know what im gonna do, but im just gonna have to do my best. Its going to be a long trip, but hopefully a good one.
I wondered as I wandered.. that’s a song isn’t it?
I just realized yesterday’s word was “Wand.” Maybe a “Wander” could be someone who wields a wand. It could be a derogatory term for someone who waves one around a lot, used by those who can turn you to dust with just a point of their finger.
I go through dark and innocent nights
the sky like spiderwebs
I walk and walk until my feet are lead
I don’t know where to.
Come find me
Come find me
Please
I’m lost
without you.
I want to wander across Europe with no agenda and just meet people and eat and drink and enjoy myself. I don’t want a cell phone or anything I just want to immerse myself in an entirely different world than my own. I wish i could live life like this in the Us but unfortunately i cannot because of school and work and drama of everyday life life.
Elizabeth wandered through the snowdrifts, her coat pulled tightly around her thin form. She glanced around herself, looking for some sign of life, but finding none. She didn’t know where she was going, she just knew she had to keep moving, not moving meant freezing to death in this cold, icy weather. Taking a deep breath she felt her heart stop when she heard a soft growl.
I wander along the vines, stumbling through the rocky soil. I think back on how many times I’ve walked these rows throughout my life, one after another, in all seasons. Sometimes, the gnarly vines are barren and brown, desolate looking. At other times they are vibrant green, full and lush, screaming to be harvested, to find relief from their heavy fruits.
tap tap toddler the floor
plip plip rain the roof
my mind my mind it….