Life won’t matter once it’s gone so it HAS to matter now.
I remember the exact moment it felt like everything in my life changed. It was like a strange shift. A falling through floors. As if destiny was reaching out urging me to take its hand. To be honest, that night was blurry as though I wasn’t in my right mind or had too much to drink. But I was sober. And I had the strangest sense of clarity as if what was about to happen was preordained.
I had an opportunity to become different than I was and I grabbed tight as gravity absorbed me into its belly and took me on a crazy ride before spitting me out… bruised and worn.
I’m not really superstitious. I don’t believe things happen for a reason. I believe we find reasons to move us in a direction that feels right…
View original post 135 more words
The Reluctant Poet 