A different perspective

[morsla]

It's a beautiful day outside. The park is lush and green from the rain last night, and summer hasn't yet come to scorch away all the colours. There's a clear sky, and the air is fresh - I may live near the city, but there are plenty of trees to filter the air.

I'm sitting outside working on my essays, grateful for a change of environment. Things stalled indoors - ideas stifled, momentum lost. Change, they say, is as good as a holiday.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Realisation struck while I watched the world from my new vantage point... I could happily spend the rest of my life living as I do now. Now that I've started working for myself, that's becoming a tantalising possibility. As long as I can find enough work to pay the bills, I'll do what I enjoy, and I'll do it well.

Sure, I may not be all that I want to be, but I'm happy with the direction I'm going. As always, start and end aren't nearly as important as the journey between them.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Mountainous obstacles make it hard to look much further than the present, but the freerunner in me loves a good obstacle course. They bring to mind all those familiar catchcries and mantras: Find another way forward. Turn obstacles into opportunities. Love challenge but hate competition. Seek perfection, but wear your scars with pride...

And now, a return to your regularly scheduled livejournal psychodrama and angst :)