Float

We do it all the time. Floating I mean. Not in the cross legged position on a bamboo rug, but in the rivers of flowing thought and in the light breeze of random ideas. Floating is nice, but we spend too much time floating and not enough with the stability of our feet firmly touching the ground. You and me, we probably have some idea of where we are going, and what we want to do. But it isn't definite. It's like being pushed in one direction by a soft wind instead of the power of our own two feet. We can't control a breeze, but we can change the direction that we walk. But it's difficult. It's easy to let one's self be pushed to an acceptable destination by life. It's a true challenge to will yourself to travel to the right place. And so we float... in our dreams, our hopes, our deepest wishes. But to do that is to be a kite with no one holding the handle. Eventually you and me and everyone else has to come down from the clouds and face what Mr. Reality has to offer. Deals we can't refuse. Deals we can refuse. It's up to us to pick a deal. Or maybe, just maybe, rip up the contract and carve out our own path. One that we have to hike, but at least we hike it out of our own will, and not out of the wishes and wants of other people.