My constant work is to simplify life with patience and ease. I have nothing to prove, so I move freely. My opinions are like dust particles on the moon, reflecting the light I receive in orbital rhythms. And with every astroid that contacts the surface, my face rearranges. I have nowhere to be, feeling the fullness of now is everything to me.
A playground wouldn’t be a playground without structure and limits, so I write down my goals and make lists of things I appreciate. My decisions are not necessarily well planned or informed, but they are simple: choosing to be happy. I’m not out to be perfect, and am not racing against time. Death is a friend, there til the very end. My life’s work is to bring out the best in people, not to settle for stress and dissatisfaction. I’m not going to fool myself to thinking that I can control circumstances, but I can manage how I respond. And it’s not about me, it’s about the magic of it all.