Every once in a while I find my self able to lean back and confidently tell myself that I have nothing to complain about. Realizing and breathing it in is remarkable and rare. I aspire to pursue dreams and then perspire when all the variables come tumbling out of the box we call doubt.
We feel our thoughts rattle through our core. The little things carry us and then those same little things become larger than our rationality. You have to ask what is going on here as I often do. I search large dark rooms furiously for this quiet white whale.
I lean into the wind, however. I’m gliding on smiles. My surroundings frown and my soul beams. I have no clue where it’s coming from, but I’ll take it and hold in my hands for a while, thank you very much.
