One Dimensional Motion- A travelogue

I am a passenger train chuggin along pointlessly in the middle of a desert towards apparently a place called paradise which people tell me is not too far away. But what is that paradise? Dont know...Well actually I know, It's doing what I wanna do and bein what I wanna be..
But why am I doing things I dont normally do and being all but myself leave alone what I wanna be..to apparently get to where I wanna go? Good question..and cannot have an answer as its a good question...Well, Mirages there are many in any desert journey, and oases there are too, which a few noble souls will descry without much ado...
But the point is I need to get multi dimensional..that is jump,skid and race along like a mountain bike in the same desert....How? Don't know...Hey its very easy for the philosophers and the "Mind Relax Please" authors to rattle off adage after anecdote on enjoying the process and not focusing on the end result...
How do I transform the desert into a playground? Really am as clueless as a baby in a strip club...But one thing to draw solace is though the dimension of space is boundless...the journey is time bound and eventually I will run out of time...Which will signal the end of my quest...Mebbe we should Ask time whether my quest will bear fruit...I dont plan to ask...One thing i like about this journey of mine is its suspense...
But a travel diary can't digress more than this...So while the journey continues...the travelogue stops...