The power line outside my window is like me in so many ways. It is long, but skinny. Just like me. The energy, it courses through it and explodes at random moments Just like me. It has great potential, but it is confined. Just like me.
The energy in the powerline is not like me. It always chooses the simple path, the easy one. But I like to challenge myself. It always chooses the path closest to the ground. But I am a climber. It has a chosen destination. It knows where it is going. But I don’t.