All we have sometimes is the promise of the future;
The promise that there is more around the next corner.
The lure of the new entices us and lulls us out of our
sleep;
We wake up to a new place, a new purpose, and a new set of priorities.
Sometimes our hearts need the jolt of the paddles;
To feel alive again and to know that our blood pulses with purpose.
The dusty roads that we leave behind are drenched in our
sorrow and sweat;
The memories that we made will have to sustain us as we see the hill rise over the next curve.
New memories await as we traverse the miles and envision the
tasks that pull us forward;
Familiar patterns will follow us as well – there is truly nothing new under the sun.
Soon we will be surrounded with the clutter and chaos of
a new residence;
And in not so many days it will be resonating once again with mundane and familiar routines.
Past obstacles and bittersweet memories will join us for
the journey;
Yet the way forward has been chosen and turning back is not an option.
When opportunities show themselves we must entertain them,
for life does not offer that many;
We must pursue dreams with all diligence for they are the cultivated creations of a life well-lived.
The promise that there is more around the next corner.
We wake up to a new place, a new purpose, and a new set of priorities.
To feel alive again and to know that our blood pulses with purpose.
The memories that we made will have to sustain us as we see the hill rise over the next curve.
Familiar patterns will follow us as well – there is truly nothing new under the sun.
And in not so many days it will be resonating once again with mundane and familiar routines.
Yet the way forward has been chosen and turning back is not an option.
We must pursue dreams with all diligence for they are the cultivated creations of a life well-lived.
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