I was driving to set for the night and while I was singing along to some spice girls (big boys love spice girls) I was left speechless by this sight. For many people this may not be such an extraordinary sight. Yet for some reason I couldn’t stop looking.
I wonder if it was the combination of color that made me think of the craziness that I was about to endure. I wonder if it was the movement of the clouds that reminded me of where my own path was headed. I wonder if it was the wind blowing into my car that made me feel like I can fly… I’ve always wanted to fly. it seems so peaceful up there. Away from all corruption, away from pure destruction. Away from lies and cries.
I’ll be honest. I’m about to make some decisions that I consider life changing. Part of me is scared. What if I make the wrong choice? What if I don’t get what I want and lose everything in the process. I look into that sky and I feel safe, but feeling safe doesn’t get me any further than my own delusions of fear. This sky in particular is a reminder to me that beyond those clouds beyong the feeling of being safe… Well, adventure awaits, and that is worth everything to me.