Perhaps I am going somewhere. Perhaps my journey really does have a destination, but if that's the case I'm not aware of it yet. And I wouldn't like you to make that assumption for me. Travelling is a state of being in itself, not only something to be passed through on the way from one point to another. Why is where I'm going or where I come from necessarily more interesting than where I am right now? Maybe life itself is just a state we pass through on the way from one place to another, but I'd rather not treat it like that. I'd rather live like the here and the now is important for its own sake. I might end up somewhere, but I also might not. And as it stands, I do prefer the going to the knowing.
Life is an adventure, and I'm fine with that.