My Road in Writing

Whenever I write I don't know how to begin but then I just start. At first, it seems like I am now decided on what I will write about but then I will most likely end up somewhere else, something different from what I originally planned. It feels like my mind is a drop of water traveling in a road, I passed in a bridge and fell in a raging river. It feels like I know where I'm going but the river will lead me to somewhere else. However, I can say that I still enjoy the ride and always thankful that I end up on something better than what I expected when I started my trip. Most of the time, the ending just felt right more than the beginning.