Adventurers Without a Map

I was thinking about this one comment I made on Eva's post about how the way we're living our lives and such compared to everyone else is similar to adventurers without a map.

And hey, it's p.damn true.

Because if we look all around us, everyone's got all these big dreams and plans on how to get there.  Doctors and lawyers with paths of AP classes and Ivy league schools, actors and singers who plan on making a mark.  Adventurers following maps towards dangerous territories searching for lost treasures.

And despite all urgings to follow that path, the well-beaten path that's on every map leading to this dangerous land and bountiful treasures and tales of success for the now-common hero, I don't want that.

I don't want any of the danger.  I don't need that much fame or treasure.

I just want a small adventure with friends, in which I don't have to brave harsh colds or deserts.  I don't want to put myself in classes or schools that I don't like just because they're big-name.  I want to chase after rainbows and have picnics, in which there might be a small treasure or two.

I want to travel without having to adhere to this path that I know will be dangerous and that I know every step of.  And if I make it to that dangerous land even without a map? Fine.  If I don't, and I find some kind of small treasure that I can live off of?  Just as well.

Because I don't need a map to have an adventure.

I've been suicidal multiple times before.

Isn't the fact that I'm still alive and living nice enough?