Be careful grasping at the smoke. I know it’s fun. The flow plays in the air and dances above our heads. Taunting. Begging us to try to get it. So we do. We blow more smoke at it, we make funny shapes and odd faces that bring a different meaning of an “O” face. We try to clasp our hands around it. We try and hold it close. We become hypnotized by the movement and want to try and keep it for ourselves. But alas, they float above, just outside our grasp. Streams and wisps of what could be.
How many times do we get lost in our fantasies. How often do we play in the possibilities and try to hold onto something that does and does not exist. I often trace the lines of what could be. I sit loudly but scream silently at the choices and places that should exist in real life, but can only exist floating above me. But still, I indulge. I know the consequences. I know the play. I’ve seen it before and sadly, I already know how the story ends.
But you know, I think that is the goal. That IS the intention. To know that something can exist so long as you continue with it. So long as you wrestle. So long as you let yourself play with it. Holding onto all possibilities. Holding onto where life can lead and what ideas can float on around you.
Hmm...keep swiping, keep playing, keep grasping, keep seeking because actually, you never know.
Although, I ended a little earlier with this thought that I already know how the story ends...I take it back
...you never really know.
Life is long and sometimes we have to realize that who I am today is going to be different than who I can be tomorrow. The things I want now may not be for me, yet. Far too many people sacrifice the future potential of what could be or who they could be for the joy and moment of the now. I chuckle thinking about how easy it sounds...knowing damn well the sacrifice of the now is a gamble for a prize that may never come.
Fuck it...roll the dice.