Music can be a bus to the soul. It can also be, maybe, a bus away from the soul. I sent him the song I was listening to. From miles away, he listened to the same song, too.
I was feeling unmotivated during my workout this morning, and music wasn’t cutting it. Divergent was on the TV, so I played it. There was a scene where Tris, a main character, rides a zip-line through the dark city. When she gets near the ending of the line, she almost forgets to pull the break.Continue reading “Eyes Open”
I’m throwing a few lures into the lake, seeing what bites. And maybe nothing will. Maybe I should try different lures, or a different spot to fish in. Feeling the tug at the end of the line is exciting. I’m hoping to catch something. I’m not here just to reel them in, though. I’m hereContinue reading “Hooks”
“…I rarely see the sun behind the grey, but I know it’s there. It’s easier to forget about it, though, when it’s not constantly reminding you — when you can’t watch it slowly move across the sky with the passing of the day. …”
” … I began treading water, panicking, looking for someone to help me, before reaching down again with my toes and feeling that the ground was still there, where it had been.
” … How often do we find ourselves passively letting life happen to us, and how often are we actively participating in our own lives? … “
” … What am I, without my regrets? … “
When you think you should speed up, maybe slow down.
” … Maybe the sadness, and the anger, and the happiness – maybe they are kindling. … “
” … I think I’m always running. Running away from something. But also, maybe running towards something. … “