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I just came home from a week of fighting , a weekend of driving up the coast of the states and most importantly a weekend of growing up. I find that adulthood brings alot of awakenings. You seem to be awakened to what life really is about, how lovers can turn into enemies and how things are never quite as you thought they were as a child. Sacrifices are commonplace while dreaming is more of a hinderence ( yet sacred). This week I found God, strength, the inner and outer fight, calm, peace, joy and my sisters. I became an adult a little bit more this weekend. But this time, it didn't hurt as much. Rather, it felt much more realistic. I am still going to fight against it though. Well not fight, but try to marry it with the child that still yearns for intellectual innocence. If thats even possible.
Life is fast so very fast. I must find time to listen to leaves fall, to feel their crunch beneath my feet. And mostly importantly to keep looking. To look for beauty, balance, deep conversations, people with history, quick glances, dimples and rainbows.
