I love being on the road. Summer road trips with friends? Best vacation imaginable. For me though, nothing compares to the road in solitude. Even as a child, I was a happy passenger, content to just stare out the window, immersed in thought and music for hours.
This past weekend I had the chance to do just that. I’ve been thinking about a particular situation for a while, yet nothing external about it has changed. And on the road, as the wheels rumbled, the reality became clear: whether I feel good or bad, happy or sad about it on any given day depends almost exclusively on my thoughts.
It is what it is, right now, today. Can you choose to accept this moment for what it is?
Dirty windows to see the world through
Desolate trees in view, desperate for spring
I sit in silence, in thought.
The floor rumbles as wheels turn and
Yellow lines speed past
In contrast to my still reflection
A heaviness at the hopelessness
But spring is on the way
And I realize, it’s all within:
The spring, the winter
It’s all within.
The sun peeks through my dirty mind.
Clearing my eyes, through which I see the world.
Song of the week:
“Drone (in G# Major) – The Black Angels