I see so much of what I used to be in the world, shadows of myself anchored in self-perception. I see very little of what I could be in the world.
The options narrow. We learn things. We decide whether to continue doing things.
Every now and then, we notice a breath we take. More often, we notice we exhale.
We move on – or we stay where we are. If we stay where we are, do we face the same way, happy with the view, or do we look around? Are we circumspect?
Is reality a wave you ride, or does it slam you into the sand and rocks below?
Why am I asking all these questions?
I have no idea.
Why are you trying to answer them?
I need coffee.