Panic rises in the heart like nothing else. It’s almost as though nothing has more power than fear – the creature that threatens to strangle every ounce of life from the body – as if the body is the only thing that signifies life…
So far we’ve come this far and though there’s a long way to go, we’ve reached so many goals and far surpassed so many expectations placed on us. Like a thorned crown placed on our brow we march through the corridors of the impossible into the realm of ‘never give up’ and so continuity springs from every foot print we leave.
Shake loose the shackles twisted around our lives. Break through every barrier; rising up full height to glare fear in the face and let us all breathe again as we watch the demon stumble.
Then without regret or second thought begin to move forward; one foot before the next again and again. As the world passes by – without loosing sight of the goal, slowly but deliberately lift your hand and salute the crowd as they cheer you on toward your destiny.
Life is precious, that’s why you have it…
Well if things get better with age, then you are reaching perfection.
Prompting attitude escape. Running toward daylight. I love everything you write. Such a big year. Looking ahead. Rusty- here, G'day!
Heide
and may this day be a day that each step you take take you closer to your dreams
ron
Thanks,
lulu