Halfway There

Here in the middle of my journey, transparent views of my waiting. There is more up ahead, where the ocean waits to tell me of stories I have yet to write and changes I have yet to make. The silence keeps me company for the moment, but I can’t go too long without filling the spaces in with music. I’m relieved to have access to the songs that soothe my soul, so that even when the morning wakes me from a bad dream, I can reach for the melodies that relax me again and emerge into the day with a calmer state of mind.

There are times that I watch the moon for a lack of thoughts to occupy my headspace. I miss it when it refuses to appear from underneath the fog. Its thick veil across the sky makes me feel weary and suspended, confused where there should be no confusion.  I wait for the night to wake up and try to drown myself in the words that don’t yet exist so I might write them into existence.

When I need a break from resolving my plans, I enter the world of daydreams. It doesn’t matter what I find there, as long as it gives me that little bit of strength that I need to keep the faith. This is important if I am to sustain my writing and thereby sustain and improve upon myself. The more I invest in my passion, the more that passion will give back to me and hopefully inspire others as they search to find their own.

The roads before me have been long and I have encountered several roadblocks and survived many miles. Somehow, I’m still and yet I’m moving forward. Keep on moving, hold on to that bit of hope, even if it maybe feels insignificant to you. The week may have just begun, but in so many ways, you’re already halfway there.