Change is nearly never dramatic
It almost never consists of near-death experiences or moments of astonishing revelation. Instead, much of life turn on those little spaces of time; the small, idle moments. That’s the stuff that make up a lifetime.
The moments you lie in bed, feet propped up on the wall, head tilted, gazing out the window at the clouds floating across the blue sky. The clouds are never in a hurry. Overhead, the ceiling fan spins. Spins and spins. It could go on spinning forever. Your mind’s spinning too. Spinning with those half-answered questions; questions that fragment into more questions, doorways in a maze leading to a greater maze still, stretching into infinity.
Thoughts, questions. Thoughts, questions. More thoughts, more questions. Seeking resolution. Where words abound, there is vanity. Forever pondering, forever pursuing, forever searching.
I am a traveler on the way to nowhere.