Sometimes I look around knowingly that the world is larger than my street. Obligations of job, family, and now COVID, prevent me from the travel I yearn to do and the projects I would love to immerse myself into. But, I am here. My world is what surrounds me everyday. My wife, my son, my job, my friends, my commute, my neighborhood, my streets. It is bigger than I can see and physically larger than my outstretched arms.
Is this a bad thing? I do not come from a wealthy family offering financial support. I have responsibility, to family, to myself.
My world is nowhere and everywhere. It is here.