Saturday, February 18, 2006

Life Loves

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I'm with you kid. Let's go."
Maya Angelou, American Poet and Writer

Life loves people who live it deliberately. Fate embraces those who dare to reach past fear and uncertainty to grasp onto whatever awaits them. Life loves the dreamers who often struggle alone to give life to something only they can see. And the more attention given to really living the more life loves us.
When we use our eyes for more than staring straight ahead we widen our perspective; things never noticed before or overlooked in the mad dash become new again. Given half a chance, the smallest pleasure inspires pure delight, instantly tipping the scales in favor of whatever follows. And mostly what comes next is up to us.
We can opt to stay in a holding pattern, safe in its sameness. Some people spend years asleep at the wheel while auto pilot moves them back and forth between here and there. They wake for deaths or births, but little else stirs their wooden sleepwalk.
We can choose to simply rut walk except on vacations when a year's worth of adventure is stuffed tight into a week or two. Trips made at hyper speed are best remembered in snapshots and recovering from them is a real trial to body and mind.
We can opt to soar on the winds of change, directing our flight pattern toward the horizon. I do not have to ponder on which I will choose, being grounded for so many years has made me hunger for the sky.