Reaching the clouds and resisting the tendrils of life.

Life converges, swirls around our feet like mist with tendrils waiting to keep us on the surface.

Hoping to keep us away from the clouds above.

The clouds, they maintain the mysteries of the world. They hide what we’re looking for.

Each of us is searching for something. We’re all trying to find the what we’ve needed, the thing to give our lives meaning.

Something keeps us from the clouds, holds us and wraps us in the tendrils of the life we have and causing us to quit our creative pursuits.

The tendrils are attached to what we have now while the clouds hold what we want in the future for ourselves.

We journey to the clouds, our heads held high, our minds full of want, but the tendrils of our old life keep pulling us down.

We’ll get to a point of giving in and letting the tendrils hold us.

There is a way through. There are better ways than letting life take over for you.

Your focus on what you want must be absolute.

Your desire to pursue your creativity must not be resisted.

The reluctance to pursue those endeavours for whatever reason is what keeps you from doing what you want.

The sky is the limit, and it’s where the clouds are, so reach for the sky and float among the clouds.

Peace,

Brian