Monday, June 7, 2010


Oh what a thing it would be to travel down a river when all one can do is float upon the water... and yet, when another has decided your purpose for you and bound your body to one place - a life that could be a journey where no two moments are the same becomes something else entirely... (bigger)

It is a strange thing, the way in childhood all things are possible, the world (while scary at times) seems a place in which all things are possible and the future is beyond knowing - yet as we grow older, as we become more experienced, as we define ourselves we tend to focus on the restrictions in life, the obstacles, the bindings that hold us in place.  It doesn't take long for us to forget that wonder we had as children - only vague memories taunt us with the dream of being free, of choosing our own path, of opening our eyes to the future and living in the moment.