Every morning my alarm goes off... I lay there... in bed wondering why I am going to get up. I have no desire to leave the comfort and stillness of sleep. However, last night... sleep was horifying. I woke up at least a million times. I just wanted to get out of bed and go somewhere. Somewhere with people and life... somewhere with sunshine. I was, at least for a second, ill of the life I have created for myself... while I usually take great pride in where I have come from — last night was different. I have this feeling of having the world's worst nightmare... without having one. The warmth and loneliness of my bed was suffocating... the dark ceiling just inched into my face... and I hated every second that I just layed there.
I am so thankful for everything that I have been able to do in life. For a long time, that same thing I find thanks in was the same thing that held me back... where I was became a comfort zone. It is the oddest feeling in the world to look around and not know where you are. Correct? You got where you are by your our free will... by your own choice, and now that you are there... you are lost.
Not the kind of lost that has you scared and wanting to find the quickest road that is familiar... for at this point, the comforting road of the familiar is not a welcome sight.
I would rather walk a million miles through dark valleys following the light of my own fire then ever again walk on that well-lighted path that keeps me in check with the flow of the machine. So...
When you are out there wondering, carving out your own path... smile, wave, and take comfort when you feel the warmth of true passion running by... too often passion is only maintained by a small pilot light deep in the core of our souls — while it should be lighting of the entire path that we have made for ourselves... so when you look around, you know where you are and how you got there. You were 'in love' the whole journey, and you are 'in love' with the journey ahead.
Shine. Follow you fire.