introspective meanderings lead me to wonder what, how and where, so that all day long, questions arise to heavenly heights, following a curvilinear arc, like the connected beads of a prayer bracelet thrown as if a gift to the skies, bound by its trajectory, to meet whatever answers are moving across the canvas of my mental framing tendencies, leaving me with nothing more to sink my teeth on than unreachable fluffy clouds, with their endless interpretative options.
Supposedly, this is a huge day for the retail industry. Alas, it shall be without me, for I do not plan on shopping, and how could I when my mind is completely absorbed in weighing this against that, as I trudge forth seeking a way out of this glorious feast of existential conundrums.
What. How. And Where... The dance goes on, and I will not let go, for as the wise teacher might have said, "Every problem has a hundred and one solutions. Every solution is an entry gate to a bridge build over the waters of opportunity. Who and where you are define where you stand. As for where you're heading, that is mere speculation until choice leads to action, which in its turn shall lead to transformation."
The surfer is dormant and lost in a sea of uncertainty. Meanwhile, life goes on, generously extending invitation, after invitation, to catch a ride and join the dance of creation as it goes from this to that, to this to that, undoing and doing, giving and taking, holding and surrendering, all at once, and for as long as time can go on flowing.
Be well and remember that to worry is to resist life. Live and make as many mistakes as you can make, so that when you reach your furthest tomorrows you shall have arrived leavened and unburdened by the gloomy shadow of regret.
Dormant surfer
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