Roots or wings? Why must I choose?

I've spent a lot of years building a strong career and a stable life. I've veered off course a few times to fulfill my never-ending longing for adventure. I left a good career to work aboard a cruise ship for a year - a decision I will always be grateful I had the strength to make. Although there were definite consequences. I was never quite the same when I returned. A few friendships were sacrificed in my quest for self-discovery. I had to start over on a new career path as the economy had changed dramatically - or maybe I had just changed dramatically.

I remember a distinct crossroads I found myself in upon my return. I could either hunker down and stop running away from every adult responsibility and really begin creating a foundation for myself, or I could take flight and live out my dreams of travel and adventure. In the end the need for responsibility and security spoke louder to me than my quest for something new and exciting.

During my cruise ship days, I met some incredible people from all over the world that I continue to stay in touch with. One of those special Canadian souls happens to share the same kindred spirit for adventure that I do. His thirst for the unexpected is unquenchable. He lives in the moment and plans for very little. His life is filled with extraordinary stories and incredible experiences.

When he was at the same crossroads I was in life, where I chose roots, he chose wings without hesitation.

We often compare our lives and sit in wonderment on how two people with the same fundamental urge for excitement and a sense of belonging chose two completely different paths in life. I have a great network of lifelong friends and family, a house I own and a fulfilling career that I adore. Yet there is that nagging feeling every now and then that something is missing. My lack of courage to take flight has left me wondering what else might be out there.



He has the open road, no real responsibility, no attachments to anyone or anything and the luxury to answer to no one but himself. He has the ability to literally jump on his gorgeous motorcycle and go where the wind takes him. His life is filled with special moments in exotic lands. He has the freedom most of us only dream about. Yet his fear of settling down has left him without a place to call home.

I find that I am content, but not happy. He tells me he is very happy, but not at all content.

Is it possible to blend the two? Having roots shouldn't mean we have to clip our wings.

Maybe it's that we both have one more thing in common that neither of us are willing to admit - an all or nothing way of living.