Storm Clouds

Undertaking a long hike takes considerable physical effort and an underlying desire to achieve a distant goal. Yet, one of the joys of a hike is the moments when I stop to rest and enjoy the stillness and connection our earth provides. 

While I stand in silence, surrounded by everything that fills me with joy, I become acutely aware of my racing pulse, pounding heart and heaving lungs. 

These moments combine creating an exotic mix that allows me to live in the moment, knowing I am indeed alive yet acutely aware that to achieve my goal; I have to keep working, I have to move forward.

These simple moments experienced by one reveal the story of life in all its glory. Divine long-term goals that are sometimes hindered by what lies directly in front. Decisions to be made, to forge forward, edging ever closer to your goals, dreams, and desires. Or to stop and view what could have been from an untouchable distance.

I choose to move forward in this life, blazing my trail for better or worse, because in the end and there will be an end I don’t want to live with the regret of failing to try, of giving up when things got tough, of settling for a life of others design.

The story of our lives is still to be written. Move forward, step by step, edging ever closer to your distant desires.