When I was little, I used to draw maps. Maps of everything. The world. Fairy tale lands. My elementary school. They were detailed, beautiful, had keys and compasses and everything.
Looking back, through out the years I wish my life had a map as fine as that. One that would guide me. Tell me which turns were the wrong ones.
I realized that it does. I draw it everyday. I draw it onto the pages of this earth. Each trail, mountain, stream and bridge gets added as I come across it. When I grow up, I will be able to look back upon this map, smiling at all the places I have been. I will be able to turn around, and walk off of it. Into the uncharted, with the knowledge that there will always be part of my map that I will never know.