And it is late. Whatever that should have been done, never was. Whatever that life gave, time stole. ‘Til there is nothing but an endless whirlpool that brings me back to where I first began, only difference is every time I start again from that alpha point, the more lost I get.
But today is different. A little brighter than usual. No. So much brighter than usual. I hear the birds. Even the breeze is caressing my cheek as though reassuring me, nudging me on. I must be heading on the right track. It’s a long journey ahead. A journey that could’ve started a decade sooner, but did not.
Today, I remember a dream.
Today, I believe it.
Today, I start to live it.