Moving Forward

Left foot...right foot...left foot...
It sure looks easy when you put it down in black and white. 
Left...right...left...right...

Regardless of how much in control we feel we are, we're really on a sort of moving walkway, like they have at airports.  We keep moving our feet, deliberately and carefully (or sometimes not so carefully), but that isn't all that propels us forward.

There's this inner drive, a hand, that nudges us toward a goal.  Alot of the time we have no idea what that goal is, but something inside makes us get up everyday and move forward.  Maybe it's the searching for the goal that motivates us when no goal is in sight.  Our exhistence has to have a reason; a purpose.

It's hard to hear or see that tiny spec inside of us that has the answer.  Some catch glimpses, and hear the faint whisper-that's what pushes them, headstrong into what looks like an impossible storm.  Some search most of their lives, often for the wrong thing, forgetting to listen, or deaf to the sounds of hope in the answer.

While we try hard to pay attention, we trip on bumps along the walkway.  It could be cast off items from other travelers or our own baggage that we keep dropping in front of us, because we brought too much along.  Losing the brief link with our inner voice is that easy.

So, as a holiday wish...
Unload some of the extra baggage, lighten your load.  Keep your eyes on the future in front of you and listen...