...and the wind is a-blowin'. The whistle of the wind sings like a songbird, calling to me as I sit inside this corporate office, staring, gazing out the window thinking about what my life could be like; what my life should be like. All of my dreams, all of my desires are on hold, not for fault of anyone else besides myself. I choose to stay in the same place for fear of failing, for fear of succeeding, for fear of the unknown. The future is intimidating, the past is memorable, the present is comfortable. The steps we take to making our mark on this world start with more than the first step. We begin by putting our shoes on, one foot at a time. If we try to walk barefoot, we'll end up stopping long before we reach our goal. But if life is about the journey and not the destination, what does it matter how we start walking, just as long as we begin? I think most of the life lessons that I have learned have been lessons of what not to do, but not so many about what to do. That might just be my perception. It's a bit of a negative one. Looks like my glass if half empty, or maybe I've hit the bottom. Would someone please fill 'er up? I'm dry and thirsty.
Nobody knows that I secretly sit barefoot at my desk, when the rules strictly state that I must wear closed-toe shoes. Nobody knows that my best thinking is done at night, alone, when my body is past the point of exhaustion, but I've hit the energy high, much like the one you get when exercising. My mind races most and sensical nonsense is produced. Nobody knows that I love Post Secret because I relate to so many, and nobody knows that when I drink coffee I picture myself in a French sidewalk café, sipping java and smoking a cigarette. Nobody knows that. Nobody knows that I envisioned myself having 5 kids fathered from 5 different men, while travelling the world. Nobody knows that I only shave my legs once a week. Nobody knows which of these are fact or fiction, but that they make for a fun read. Truth is, nobody knows what the truth is.