I Don’t Know Where I’m Going

If you’ve read my work before, you might wonder, “Hey, I know who you are.” “Oh, you do?” I’d say in return. You would say, “You’re a writer, poet, community organizer, father, husband, and busy as hell.” All of those are true, yet I am more lost than ever. Perhaps it’s the inability to see forward that causes it. If I knew where this was all going, I wouldn’t feel so aimless. As a kid, my parents told me precisely what would happen in my future. I would go to high school and college and then figure out what I should do with my life. I’d pick a job and be happy. What nonsense! It’s not like I’ve spent my whole life bouncing around, trying to turn one hobby into a career after another. Oh, wait. Yes, I have. In high school, I lived and breathed music and theater. I started playing percussion in the sixth grade and was reasonably good compared to the others in school. I was always the second chair to a kid named Michael, my age. However, I joined the top concert, marching, and jazz bands and even played drums for the orchestra during musical theater in my junior and senior years. When it came time for college, it seemed like a no-brainer to continue my musical journey at the University of North Texas, one of the top music schools in the country. <a href="https://thetaoist.online/i-dont-know-where-i-m-going-and-neither-should-you-fbafe343e09a">Visit Now</a>