Content

Through the years we fool ourselves and dive into what we envision the route to happiness, only to find that route leads to something entirely other than bliss. We are thrown back again, lost, reaching for another avenue toward a greater version of ourselves. How is anyone to know their destiny without having first experienced it? Life really is a board game of chance where we try and fail and try again and succeed, but no one knows which toss of the coin leads the victory.

Here I am, having rolled another game of circumstance, waiting and wanting, wishing and willing for that better version of myself. What will be will be, and should I need to blaze another trail in another direction, I've the foresight to know it all ends in a wonderfully orchestrated symphony.

Here change is being conducted by a superbly mysterious wind, and I'm waiting for the calm. The idea of calm is somewhat hilarious, because--considering others involved--it will be nothing other than chaotic. Not to fret, though. It's an inner calm that awaits me, and patience has not escaped me. Should this particular penny be tossed and land not with Lincoln's face staring up at me, I'll turn the penny over and leave good luck for someone else on my way to bigger and better things.