It's like when the wind shifts. You're not sure which way to face. Turn one way and the wind blows your hair off your face and away. Turn another way and it blows over your face, swirling around with no direction.
Thus asking the question; how often in your life have you come to a point where, at that particular place and time, you felt that familiar uneasy tug in your stomach. It doesn't come often, but always showed back up when that was the last thing in your life that you needed.
What the fuck. Do I go right or do I go left. Do I go the hard way or the easy way? Do I let the wind blow it all away, or just go with it and let the wind take me wherever it goes?
It's so much easier when you're young. Do overs are plentiful. But at my age it's scarey to let the wind take you. So many things could go wrong. But oh my God how exhilarating it must be to just let go, not think so god damn hard about every fucking obstacle that could block your path and just let yourself breath. To stop, for one second and just be free from fear, ridicule and embarrassment; or failure.
I guess we can only hope to find such courage.
Or is it to late?
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