All
I really want is an adventure. The kind, where at one point of it you stare up
at the night sky, with the breeze in your face, moon full, stars bright. You
just look up and know that this is just the beginning. This is exactly where
you need to be. No human love could ever make you feel this fulfilled. This is
a true connection with the creator. He looks down at you and says “This! This
was my plan for you all along. Bask in its beauty. Acknowledge my greatness.”
And that’s what you do because you know that it’s the truth. There’s no way you
could have gotten here on your own. Metaphorical mountains were moved to get
you here. You thought it was impossible. And yet, here you are. The best part?
You realize again that this is just the beginning. Nothing satisfies like
living your calling. Your heart is content. Thoroughly satisfied in the
knowledge that “this is what I’m meant to be doing”. The journey is not always
easy. Loneliness may gnaw at you now and then, but nothing, absolutely nothing,
can take away the feeling you get from a true adventure. It’s hard to explain
to people exactly how amazing this feeling is. How do you tell someone that
just the fact that you are here at this exact moment makes the whole universe
make sense for just a second? Everyone is always going on about love and
finding your other half. I say give me that adventure. Backpacking, sailing,
horse trails, scuba diving, singing, dancing, flying, writing! It’s all part of
that perfect story that was written just for you. And in that moment, alone in
the dark, you are so happy because this is where it all starts. And you know.
You know because your heart is whispering to you. It’s only going to get better
from now on.