I’m not sure I can pinpoint why. Could be some unknown force in the sky that gets us out of joint. Lately I wrap my head around the point more than I’ve ever done before.

An intangible impetus that makes us fly by the seat of our pants while thinking we're in control. … Although watching in the rear view mirror we realize that the rudder and mechanism we use to steer take us nowhere near where we thought we'd go.

I’ve seen now that to fight the current and swim upstream the further away I’ll come from dreams. Not uncanny to all but me, the trends in my life have made me believe that my path was never meant to be what someone once planted as a seed in my mindscape.

How can I teach this to my son? I’m determined not to be the only one who understands such a valuable secret to better life. My hope is when choosing work and wife that he can know he’s not loosing when going with the flow. Not worry about his path so much. To go with his heart and stay in touch with the timing of the spark within. Not to get practical when and ignore the signs despite the cost and if timing seemed all wrong. “ Don’t miss the best things life can give by taking the path of least resistance to live.“ Walking between the raindrops as it were, letting life go by like a blur of fragmented memories we’d sooner forget if we could.

I’ll follow my heart this time to a place that calls me in a seemingly metaphysical way. Understanding’s not an option…more a luxury I cannot afford and yet the benefits so fantastic they can’t be ignored. I hope that my insides have been right all along and my compass, with which I’ve been out of touch in the past, will slap me firmly in the face and take me to something that will last.