Sitting back listening to the sound of the wind tussling with the trees and their branches, and watching as tiny drops of what’s left over from the thunderstorm drip down the side of the metal fences encasing me, saturating the sidewalks with it’s purpose, washing away the weeks’ dirt, I breathe. In and out I breathe to clear my mind and align my words with my thoughts or my thoughts with my words, whichever way comes first, I am clear now.
For so long my vision have been compromised alongside my own thoughts. Somehow, along the way, I have lost control of my inner being and have allowed calmness to disappear in front of my eyes without questioning why or whom caused such departure. During this night I have retrieved what was lost and found my way back to me. I seem a bit unfamiliar with myself, but I know all that’s needed is for me to become more familiarized and let go of all the things that blind me, that fool me, that hides me from myself. So tonight I breathe for the first time in months, and I know where I’m at and where I’m going.
It is never too late to see what’s right in front of you even if you’ve ignored it for some time. To recognize the importance of life and of the things that drive us forward will only lend to our happiness in the end, even if the journey is sprinkled and sometimes overpowered with less than happy ventures. Never knowing what lies ahead due to fear and anxiety and stress or whatever prevents greatness from blooming only lends for whatever you already have.
So, if what you have is what fills your world with joy and happiness and completes you, then you’ve already took this journey I’m speaking of. But if you look around and feel empty and anything less than happiness within and without, then it may be time for you to weather your storm. For us to get anywhere in this short life we’ve been given , we must first know how many steps in which we should take and where it is we are going, and why we’re going there and above all else , appreciate the journey, good or bad because isn’t that the majority of where our time is spent?
Well, it’s May and possibly my garden will bloom after all of this rain. If not, I have these moments daydreaming of such, and sometimes daydreaming is better than stagnation. And perhaps daydreaming is half the steps to get to where I’m going.