At A Stop Light For No One
I observed myself in a state of minor panic today. The perception you get when you spring out of bed, confident that you are delayed for work, that emotion. It washed across me for the third occasion today, and I sat in a status of distress at yet another stop light for no one.
I anxiously waited for a car to come. One which will somehow ensure the condition of rest that I was in, but none came. The light turned green and I started to move down the road toward what was guaranteed to be nothing more than the same road with the similar intersections that I go through every day of my working life.
The sad thing is, I do much of my rich thinking at these stop lights. If I may be seen from the outside looking in I woulddefinitely be seen as a risk to the highway. Eyes sagging, mouth slightly open, and my head sagging and hardly being held up by what is left of a healthy, vibrant body.
These thoughts that come to me are rarely tasteless. I entertain the most great ideas of breaking waves filled with sea foam, of ruins that have long been undetectable in a Central American jungle, even the occasional lure of hidden treasure captures my creativity.
In my stoplight thoughts, I am the spouse that I want to be, a strong adventurer, and more importantly I am at peace in my mind. I courageously act out, without living in the fear and complacency that I have adopted as my new life in this city.
I count myself as a fortunate soul that I am still hardy in my thought processes. I realize that sometimes they lead me witheffectiveness and discernment, but right now they have totally filled my mind with angst. A threadbare shirt is the sign of these times, a heart that is inflammed to size in a chest that is not able to release it.
At this intersection I stare quietly to the clouds and wish only for the immediate emancipation from this life full of care and toil. Here is where I make my decision everyday to really encourage my mind to be free, knowing that the stop light which seemed so blatantly un-related to my life and journey as I know it, is more so, a checkpoint worth remembering, and the freedom that i receive from my own persuasion is one that can by no means be re-created.
Sails To The Wind! - Drew
I anxiously waited for a car to come. One which will somehow ensure the condition of rest that I was in, but none came. The light turned green and I started to move down the road toward what was guaranteed to be nothing more than the same road with the similar intersections that I go through every day of my working life.
The sad thing is, I do much of my rich thinking at these stop lights. If I may be seen from the outside looking in I woulddefinitely be seen as a risk to the highway. Eyes sagging, mouth slightly open, and my head sagging and hardly being held up by what is left of a healthy, vibrant body.
These thoughts that come to me are rarely tasteless. I entertain the most great ideas of breaking waves filled with sea foam, of ruins that have long been undetectable in a Central American jungle, even the occasional lure of hidden treasure captures my creativity.
In my stoplight thoughts, I am the spouse that I want to be, a strong adventurer, and more importantly I am at peace in my mind. I courageously act out, without living in the fear and complacency that I have adopted as my new life in this city.
I count myself as a fortunate soul that I am still hardy in my thought processes. I realize that sometimes they lead me witheffectiveness and discernment, but right now they have totally filled my mind with angst. A threadbare shirt is the sign of these times, a heart that is inflammed to size in a chest that is not able to release it.
At this intersection I stare quietly to the clouds and wish only for the immediate emancipation from this life full of care and toil. Here is where I make my decision everyday to really encourage my mind to be free, knowing that the stop light which seemed so blatantly un-related to my life and journey as I know it, is more so, a checkpoint worth remembering, and the freedom that i receive from my own persuasion is one that can by no means be re-created.
Sails To The Wind! - Drew
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