What is life, if not a journey?

My soul is as open as the sky.

Often times it's just as blue.

I have had a feeling of unease in the pit of my soul for the longest time. An unquenchable restlessness that has gnawed at the center of my being. I often gape with dull surprise at the viscious duel within my heart: the primative instinct to stay safe, comfortable, and mediocre, and the intense, incredible longing to do something with my life. To dance wildly in God's kingdom purposes. Why do I hold myself back?

What a dream I had, pressed in organdy,
clothed in crinoline of smokey burgandy;

softer than the rain.

I've sat here for the last 10 minutes, trying to think of something poignant and meaningful, or even funny to write. But I don't have anything. I don't have any pearls of wisdom with which to impart to the masses. For probably one of the first times in my life, I'm not trying to impress you or anybody, if any one even reads this. All I know is that I'm tired of sitting on my butt doing nothing. I want to live, and live fearlessly! Again, I ask myself, why do I hold myself back??

Because I'm afraid.

I'm done with this. I'm done with living in fear, cuz that's not really living.

As Lewis Carrols' walrus said:

"The time has come...."

And as Anais Nin so poignantly stated:

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud became more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

And ( I swear, this will be the last quote!), as Leopold Bloom, played by Matthew Broderick, states in "The Producers":

"Stop the world!!! I WANT TO GET ON!!!!!!!!"