Something that is less than attainable. It’s our wants. Desires. Notions. Dreams and anticipation.
I see it tonight in a never ending trough of expectations. I find it interesting in the most part, because it’s human nature, and it’s great to watch and experience.
Desires that think they will fulfill you.
Notions because you can believe it will happen to you.
But, there is always reality.
You only have you.
Make the best of it.
When is the last time you looked up? At night? With a a sky filled with stars?
What did you feel? Did you take time to feel what you saw? How does it make you feel? What is it telling you?
In one word……’perspective’.
We come from star dust, we yearn and search, we live and we learn.
Give back without expectation.
You’re not alone. You are part of the whole.
The creation of space.
Unencumbered by thought. A period in time with nothingness.
Don’t we all need it? But we never make time in the noise. Things to do, always too busy with life, always surrendering to future or past.
B_ r_ e_ a_ t_ h_ e.
It’s Easter. The acquaintances beside me think he dances like a rabbit. And, so he does. So they nick name him “Thumper”. I know him as Andrew. Young at 22 he reminds me of my youth. Spontaneous, intuitive, flexible and joyous in his movements, while he dances for his audience. Many tip him, and he remembers me from weeks before. His fludidness makes the other dancers perform outside of their parameters in order to get attention and keep up…..if they want a tip.
He is a hard act to follow.
I tip him out of kindness, and ask him if he has started his own business yet, training young dancers how to be receptive to peoples’ wants. He smiles, and says “no”.
We desire each other only on the basis of what we don’t know about each other. More curiosity than ‘want’.
So, he tells me his schedule for the next month, so we can connect in the future.
However, there is only ‘now’. If we don’t accept what is happening now, the future will never happen.
A moment in time when you cast out your beliefs for what you are or want.
He just got married. The end all to end all, supposedly. What he’s been waiting for for his whole life. Now he’s all over me like a dirty shirt. I don’t see his partner until I’m about to leave.
Tell me, is this life, now-a-days?
Or was it always here. We just didn’t recognize it until we were older, wiser or ” in the know “?
It really doesn’t matter. What matters is how you live with it.