Saturday, January 29, 2005
Tempest of the Mind
The winds blow all around us. They shape us, pull us one way, push us another, and spin us until we don't understand where we are or where we were going. This chaotic whirlwind continues to confuse us until the day we get it right. On that day, the wind is at our backs, pushing us to who we really are and who we'll be. The path becomes clear to see and our purpose is found. But that day is not today. Today, the winds twist and swirl, obscuring my sight.