It may take awhile to find. I know what it looks like, in my head. The color, the type, the style. The adrenaline for adventure rises. Maybe ceasing to seek so hard, is the wisest direction to take. Maybe going full steam forward is foolish, and futile.
Let’s wait and be still.
What is behind is full. What is ahead is blank.
But I sense the what to become.
I see it.
I hear it.
I smell it.
I taste it.
I feel it.
Is this the became?
Or is this the becoming?
Or is this the become?
I’ll go through the standing and crawling and walking and running and sprinting.
I’ll go through the mud and sweat and tears.
I’ll go through the trenches.
I’ll go through the wires.
I’ll go through the barricades.
It’s worth it!