Type type type type flow with the keys.. like fingers rolling along the notes on a piano.. rolling from one melody to the next… searching for a rhythm and finding a beat… feeling the bass flutter with a thought of life.. heart beating in unision.. wondering where the next idea will come from…

I am so hung up on trying to find perfection.

I have to learn to just let go. This place is not for me alone.. this life we have is shared. We are all looking for answers in the same sandbox.. building and smashing dreams.. learning to create and destroy. How have we become so caught in our own delusions? I know that we are not alone when you open us up to being more vulnerable. I am lost in trying to find myself when I walk in a circle thinking that I am walking down a straight path.

This is not the end. We are just the beginning.

 

There is so much for us to dream about.. so much for us to hope for.. so many things left to be explored. And I wish that beyond my years. I wish that beyond yours. There is a path that humanity rides along.. meandering through the hills.. along with the cliff’s edge.. and its always with a sunlit backdrop.. an epic sunset that propels us into the unknown with a smile.

Because what’s the point of racing through these hills without boundless optimism without a sense of discovery.. what are we doing here if not to discover the greatness of this existence. It makes sense in the moment. It makes sense in the fleeting bits of the now.

Because I can’t have an understanding of everything when I am one thing. We are not looking in the same place for the answer because we are all different and unique. We all need something to make us feel complete and working together is the surest way to accomplish this goal.

But maybe that’s a later step.. for now, we have to learn that there is a process.

There is something greater at work than the individual…

…and finding what that thing is for you is what I would call your life’s purpose.

I can only think to mention that I have scratched the surface of what I wish to commit myself to. It is so recent, so fresh in my mind that it is something that I am fully absorbed in, even now, in this moment.

One step at a time. Remember to breathe. This is a marathon and the life in front of us is something that we have a while to work to comprehend… but the recognition… the very recognition that I have my ladder propped up against the right building.. the proposition that I have the right book in my hands.. the proposition that I am looking directly at the questions that I have to ask. It is almost too overwhelming.. and it is almost too much for me to bare.