Free At Last

I am at a place in my life where everything I do is pretty much by choice and I can't say I'm unhappy about that.

So many of the young people are still out there struggling, trying to make the right decisions thinking, possibly correctly, that their future relies on this.

I remember times when I had to create a picture of myself, a marketable persona that was the best representation of me I could come up with. When that works, it feels pretty good. When it doesn't it feels really personal.

I suppose in the end it is all part of being. Trees and mountains face the wind and the rain, the lightning and the resulting fires. People face each other.

I don't know if trees cry or mountains sing, but I know people do and there is nothing more beautiful than honest tears or sincerely joyful singing. As long as it is done with a full and honest heart there is growth and that's all life is about anyway.

It is my job to learn and learn and learn, until one day I just out grow this body and spring into the universe, free at last!