Everyone talks about the windy path
The one less traveled
The mystery ahead
But rarely do those same people
Stop to basque in the glory of today
Breathe the city air
Scrape the gum off their shoe
Gaze in wonderment at the beauty that surrounds
A hurried life, it’s become
A race to the top
But where does that get you, exactly?
What is at the proverbial top of this mountainous life?
Wasting away at a desk
Dreaming of far off lands
Never seriously considering
What may be waiting at the top
Wasn’t even yours for the taking
See, there are no rules here
Not like the ones you believe, at least
The answers are within you
The time is now: listen, feel, trust
Intuition - it’s real, if you’d only stop and feel
There’s glory and love that surrounds
Each moment, minute, interaction
To hurry is not to love.
For if you give yourself the chance
The chance to live on your own terms
You will find it is indeed yours to savor
And it will be a charmed life after all.
i co-create my reality. absofrigginlutely.
well, shit. touché universe.
And to those who believe that adventures are dangerous, I say, try routine; that kills you far more quickly.
—Manuscript Found in Accra. Paulo Coelho (via insanity-iscontagious)