Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

It is amazing to mehow we seem to eclipse through time,half in shadows and half in the sunlightof something much bigger than our everyday life. There is more to this,you know? There is more to us than meets the eyejust like a magic trick because like the great magician sayssometimes, the hand is quicker than the eyeand so, oftentimeslife is quicker than all of us.Yet we forget to remember tomorrowor the fact that our plethora of time togetheris limited to a precious few All too many of usare far too lost and all too oftentoo much of our time is loston the lust for some kind ofunrealistic or unreachable life. The concept of “more” is amazing to mebecause we always want more.or, is there even such a thingas enough? How could there be? And this is the thing that no one told me about.No one told me about the unreachable and unrealisticand yet, to us (or at least to me)we all have wants and needs,desires and passions.and of course, we all have a purpose. . . Everyone has a purpose.Everyone…