Thoughts From Under A Tree

 Today I sat outside under a tree. I sat in the sun and thought about many things. The most prominent thought I had, out of many odd thoughts, was that my entire life is most likely a complete lie. Let me explain. 

Many people have many different aspirations in life, and I am one of those people. However, I also want many different lives. (Ya know how Voldemort splits his soul into 7 pieces so he can't die? Yeah, I might need to find a way to do that so I can just live 7 different lives at once). There is a part of me that is fairly content with the life I currently have. I have a loving family, I am doing (fairly) well in college, and I have extremely supportive friends. However, I also do not feel that this is all I could be doing with my life right now. For example, I would absolutely love to live in Vermont. I would have a small cottage in the woods with a greenhouse. I would supply myself with a majority of my own food based off of a plentiful garden. 

On the other hand, I think it would be an excellent idea to get a very nice RV and travel across the entire United States. There is so much that you could see, it would be a mind boggling experience. To travel the entire country with a companion seems to be such an overall wholesome experience. 

Another life to live would be one in a different country. To drink wine and eat bread in Italy, trudge through the Highlands of Scotland, or swim in the lakes and rivers of Brazil. There are so many things that are possible in this life, but how do we know the full potential of life at such a young age? How do we know where we'll end up, or even how we'll get there? Life is a journey, but it is also one existential crisis after another.