A big, stupid journey...

If life is a journey, I feel like I am in the middle of the desert.
I hope I get out of it soon, but I may never because I am not sticking to one direction.
I may keep circling this desert until I am 90 years old.
And I'll never know where I could have gone.
Ever.

I wonder if I stay in one direction, and never look back on the other options I had, how would I know that I wouldn't like where I ended up going that direction?
What if it brings me to the sea when I want to see the mountains?
What if it's just more desert?
Maybe no matter which direction I go, I'll end up right back where I started.
And I won't get back until I realize that I took the wrong path.

Or perhaps I should look at this vile desert as my home.
Because I am sure that no matter which direction I lead, I will wish that I was back at this desert.
I will wish that I would've taken more time to decided the direction I wanted to lead.

However, how do I know that if I don't follow through with a direction right now I might only make things more miserable for myself?
What if I were to just pick a direction now and say, Well, it's a good thing I chose to leave as soon as I did?

I'll never know until I make the choice either to leave this place or die slowly of it's tenacious heat and dehydration.

I am almost halfway through my college years.
And I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with what I am doing with my life.