that stories trump stereotypes; that history always remains to be written; that some agendas are more transparent than others; that the journey can change with a blink;
that true friends are invaluable and give you pause long after they themselves have forgotten
it’s one of those fall mornings. you roll out of bed and you realize that you’re restless. it’s not that you’re unhappy – life has just become too … stale. everything is too routine. predictable. your only license to creativity is that discount percentage you’re going to apply to that billing report later today.
you flick on npr as you do your normal morning routine. the toothbrush almost falls as you reach for it and that’s about as much variation as that morning brings.
you read about the tragedies and triumphs in the world and you either think “how sad …” or “how great.” you want to be a part of it and contribute something real and tangible but rationale pushes it off. and slowly, you find your creative juices start to trickle. you feel that urge to abandon reason wane. you look forward to weekends as your sanctuary and a moment of brief escape.
and then you realize – what’s it all for. and you realize, true happyness lies in drinking a cup of mocha on a monday afternoon on the island of crete as you dream of and implement ways to make the world a slightly better place. and you start with the sheer satisfaction of knowing that you have followed your heart.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
— Mark Twain
and i re-discovered l’alliance francaise last night — time to brush up on that french.