The days continued to escape at lightning speeds. Once dinner time arrived I was well aware that much had been squandered yet I was much closer to the departure which I embraced, yet also so fearful. How much I had wasted when time could potentially be so limited. Or not, yet still so available and yet left unfulfilled. How noble those seers that discovered the avenues to live their every moment with such vital meaning and value. And now willing to benevolently share their knowledge and gifts so you too could find the true meaning of fulfillment.

I shouldn’t be so critical as I envy their abilities to dedicate their energies so completely to their passions. Dreaming was far too easy and comfortable. Taking that next step was the ultimate question and quandary. I’m not angry except maybe at myself. For not doing enough. Sometimes, anything. The power is there as is the impulse and the vision.