I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.C. JoyBell C.
Another head trip. Try spreading your wings on a zip line or a hang glider or a parasail. Try downhill skiing. Try a new job. Try going on a date. Try a new subject to write about. Try a new boyfriend. Try a new sport. Try something besides a cup of coffee and reading that stuff. There’s more to mental health than adjusting what’s between your ears. Drink the coffee, read the poem, then start your day. Get off your dead ass.
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