I have become an individual that has put much faith into the will of the world. I have not been one to stand at life’s invigorating vast edges, just to dangle my toes in the moment. I seem to fall into a motion, one that is as enchanting as the flight of a heron. Awkward broad flaps that seem to be a demise to my own ambition of flight, not necessarily the beginning to a beautiful dance. It is this leap of faith into the unknown that is all I hear, all that I am drawn to, and it is this faith that keeps my dreams alive.
Today; life’s morning breath wrestled with a metallic wind chime, awakening me from my dreams that have left their playful depiction across my minds many miles. Within the darkened nightscape, my mind raced around cultivating it’s own imagination, and painting pictures of elusive worlds that hide in the recesses of far away corners. Within these fair dreams creation was invented, and potential was draped with drops of oil color reality. I am humored of what comes to fruition and resembles desires that grace the movements of my lips as I speak. Aspirations send reverberations across the moistened pale skin that does border my mouth; leaving me enamored by the delicate sanity that one might confuse as feasible.
The first steps of opportunity are always the most embellished for me. From the far end of my visual scope I stand; waiting and ready- intimidated by the first step that I must take. The distance that spans from me to my dreams; my envisioned reality, is filled with treacherous passes that seem to carry on as far as my own existence. Yet, a desire to manifest such dreams into my reality lingers within each putter of my beating heart. It is this banter between the pains of uncertainty and the craving for the outcome that fills me with a lust for life. It is without hesitation that I take my first step and find myself immersed in a life that I live, that I breathe, and that I dream of.
,”because I have just realized that I can no longer return to what I have been doing, even if this means giving up some reasonable
monetary return at the end of the month, sacrificing a certain degree of emotional stability, abandoning work that I understand and within which I have mastered certain techniques. I have to
change, follow in the direction of my dream, a dream that appears to be infantile, ridiculous, impossible of attainment. I have to be the writer that I have secretly wanted to be, but that I have lacked the courage to become.” Paulo Coelho
Being a lifetime vagabonder (always practicing of course young jedi) takes a little philosophical measure to be written into the heart and soul. It is not a course in which I will ever arrive; and in fact I will become infuriated at times due to the lack of finality that it carries. It is allowing me to be reassured that I am following my heart and the whims that it produces, and these measures will build my foundation that I stand upon daily. Not that I am building a foundation of security and come another day I hope to return to my whims and smiles in order to live a life that I had always dreamed of. Smiles and the love there in are created in the moment, taken from the moment, and will be lost if you do not enjoy the moment. I do not state that my way is the way forward; in fact to others it might carry a slight air of lunacy, but it is the way that I have come to find faith in. It allows me to see distant dreams that lay behind the mirror as I awake in the morning. It allows me to relinquish all that I have; to follow my heart with one foot forward, and not a second thought of turning back.
My footsteps are written across the sand; as I take a new step forward it is deep and ingrained within the crystalized fragments of the shell and coral below. Within moments the rippling tide will wash over the embedded foot print leaving its trace no longer. At this point I am left with a decision: Do I try and find the comfort that lay within the steps behind me that are now
beginning to disappear in front of my eyes, or do I carry on creating a new path into my dreams?