We’re hurling through time and space even though this reality is a trap. Life has no map, we create our own. My head spins with voices, I think I finally know them all.
Contemplation has become wonder and wonder has become dreaming. Saying I have it all under control would be a lie, the truth is, I know who I am and with that love and power, I can enjoy the rollercoaster.
Rising to the top, my feelings start the ride. When I get to the top, my gut starts pinging me letting me know I’m on the right track. Then I drop, wiping away all the fear. The ride starts to rise again, all these voices coming through words in my mind, beats in my heart and butterflies in my stomach. But this time, I go upside down and hear too much; I’m overwhelmed.
Now I’m just speeding down the runway, a million miles an hour, “Trust me, this is life’s quest,” says the voice in my head. The voice, being my higher self; I can tell because the ride comes to a halt and I feel at peace.
See, without the quest, would the answer be as rewarding?
Be fearless and free -Ace