Is this what I really want? Maybe I struggle to find a sense of direction in life because I keep trying to swim upstream. Fighting the current is exhausting. Is it worth the effort? I don’t think so. Merely drifting isn’t safe either. If I make no effort to steer, I could end up in the weeds, hit a rock, or worse. I need to paddle, but I also need to allow myself to go with the flow. My stream might not always take me to where I want to be, but I can still trust it to lead me to where I need to go. So, what’s the point of trying to figure it all out anyway? Why bother to identify what I want in life if life is going to take me to the ocean regardless? Maybe it has less to do with my destination and more to do with the journey. Each day, it’s my responsibility to choose. I choose whether to enjoy the scenery. I choose how I allow others to treat me as our paths cross, and I choose how I will treat them. I choose my attitude and my gratitude just not my latitude. Life determines where I go. I determine what I focus on along the way.