Wind on the bridge. Wind at my back. Wind in my face. It circles, the wind. It seems to come from every direction and it has no real source. It is mysterious to say the least and yet it is rich with metaphors. So many.
I could list some of them.
Or I could just say that I’m tired of trying to figure out the answers to all of life’s troubles. Frankly, I’m tired of seeing things as troubles.
I’ve studied myself for twenty years and made every effort to maximize my time on this planet. I’ve sought out my own efficiencies and worked to execute on them every day. In that time I have also spent my focus on examining others as they encounter situations similar to my own. I have watched and I have learned and I have applied my observations to my own life.
I am efficient. In my actions. In my words. In my being. Everything is is efficient.
I am not done learning. I hope never to be.
I am, however, done trying to solve the worlds problems and I am done trying to prove my theories as the best possible solution.
Today I just am. Just me. Here, as I am.