Not all leaves move with the wind.
Maybe because the others are too trampled on to move, too ground into the earth. Or maybe they're too stubborn and cling to the pile afraid to fly. But some let go.
They get picked up and carried and see more of the world. Loneliest. Loneliness is the price of worldliness. Ironic isn't it? The more you see the less time you have to connect and stay connected.
I'd still rather fly. So next breeze I feel I'm going to lean back, open up to opportunity and let myself be carried away.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Not all leaves move with the wind.
Maybe because the others are too trampled on to move, too ground into the earth. Or maybe they're too stubborn and cling to the pile afraid to fly. But some let go.
They get picked up and carried and see more of the world. Loneliest. Loneliness is the price of worldliness. Ironic isn't it? The more you see the less time you have to connect and stay connected.
I'd still rather fly. So next breeze I feel I'm going to lean back, open up to opportunity and let myself be carried away.
