The last few days have had me in some feeling. Sometimes you can forget a want, a need, a necessity, until it's shown to you as a form, as a possibility.
There's this misnomer... the grass is always greener. Doesn't it look like it? But there's the vision, and what we see in it, differently. Some people have this perspective of "with this, all things will be different." And, they're not wrong. The grass is greener. But that greenness is on you. You're taking on that responsibility of keeping up with its color, if that's your perspective. Otherwise, you're hunting for greener and greener, until what, you're put off to pasture? Or Elsewise, you've grown into the color, appreciative of its having, no matter the weather, or possibilities, or whethers, and can stay there forever unless... the wells run dry or wither from what's brought in altogether. Then it's just a life trial, a hypothesis, a failed project, part of an experiment that may or may not lead to a truer success.
And oh, how these things happen day to day. Moving though them, daring the light, daring the dark, well, either way I'd say it's incredibly brave. Every day holds with it an infinite unknowing; taking care when things are/seem formidable, is a grand step in being ready to handle anything. It helps you remind yourself of certain loves, certain memories, that will help remind you of what there is, and help release the chains, the weights you've held onto, you've placed on what you're looking for; and, in some regards, they're already here, in their truest, goodest form. And, you get to share them with yourself, and get to get excited again about sharing them.
