I sat in our new rocking chair we bought in preparation for our baby, angled so my view was directly outside. I was hit with flashbacks to my grandpa's ranch in rural Missouri. The patio faced endless rolling hills as you’d see in a Bob Ross painting; dotted with bison, patches of forest, and ponds splotched in the valleys. Chunks of my childhood summers were spent here, but in my memory I feel as though it was my true home.
Roughly two years ago, I found myself rather curious about the myriad sources of spiritual knowledge available to us in this cosmic incarnation. I would spend a quarter of each day diving into the mysteries of alchemy, consciousness, ego, and the infinite perspectives on each and more.
There comes a time in life, almost all of the time... Where you’re forced to make a choice. It could be as small as what outfit to wear in the morning or what route to take home. Some, spend milliseconds over the debate. They dismiss it like it’s an inconvenience in their day. These are the carefree kind, the live in the moment wildchilds. Although sometimes it’s a deep fear of never finding out what they truly want, because they never spend more than 3 seconds thinking about it.