Sometimes I’m not sure where I’m going.
I know I’m moving and there are tracks behind me. Perhaps this is what is important.
The hardest part of doing something is starting.
Once in motion, you start working towards a flow. Once you are in flow (aka in the zone) it’s easy to make progress.
Keeping that lucid state on track towards an ambiguous destination, now that’s a challenge.
As long as I’m moving, there is a sense of purpose. Perhaps that is the destination?
Eventually you will reach your destination or realize there isn’t one to begin with and the journey was the destination all along.
One thing is for sure though: I’m not sure where I’m going but I’m going.