Life clamors and sickness slams you on your back. Watching thoughts march across your mind you begin to see a pattern/odd as it may seem you understand it. A whole new playing field emerges but you now begin to understand the rules. Cautiously you look forward, but there is that small certain part of you that clamors for action. Forget caution, to hell with pragmatism. Forget the daily grind and the supposed responsibilities. You just want to take a running jump into the unknown abyss on faith. Do I stay or do I go??
All I can say is wanderlust and a gypsy heart are beginning to win out.