swept away

A great mind once spoke of taking a road less traveled. The footsteps along a path of consequence, forged in the heat of passion; a passion for living, a passion for believing, a passion for dreams. I too have embarked on such a path, but feel as if I am being swept by the tides and eddies of consequence, into a depth I do not comprehend nor wish to fathom in fear of my own mortality, my own humanity, the smallness of my being that nurtures a flame of purpose, or a search thereof, within the human soul. Though this vessel is small, and powerless against these tides, I shall keep it sailing with pride as the waters of misfortune wash me to the directionless depths of mediocrity.