Sometimes when you don't know where you're going,

the best thing to do is go there.

A wise man once stated that an object at rest stays at rest.

And while his rationale is a little different than mine, I'm going to borrow from his premise.

Right? Because when you move, even if you don't know where you're going, you put yourself on a collision course with something.

You put into existence an entity to react to.

Some call it destiny.

Others call it fate.

I call it simply initiative.

Because if your journey is hypothetical,

you have nothing to celebrate nor correct.

A sailboat can adjust its sails once it leaves the harbor, right?

It can learn from and manipulate its surroundings,

make sure it arrives at a destination, right?

It learns and adapts along the way.

But from the harbor it speculates.

It expounds upon a path that might be straighter, might be faster, might be more thought out and tied together than the crazy sailors who took off for the horizon,

but in actuality, it goes nowhere. In the real world, it is stagnant, and I could be wrong,

but I'd make the argument 10 out of 10 times that the real world is where we want our result.

And my proof?

Well, a journey that started with insurance

and evolved into music, in songwriting,

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