Mythic Proportions
The quasi unreal can catapult your reality. Sometimes it’s about what you see. Other times it’s about what you hear. Additionally, your dimensions might spice it all up adding in those unpredictably colorful variants of what you feel. Then, there are these explosively special moments where the uproar so fuels your every mitochondrion that you’re left rapt in the arms of the truly core kernel of existential elixir herself! In the paramount palpable sense, our living is chock full of chances for bewitching the imperishable pivot points of our cosmic carnival ride. Questing should surpass seething. One’s transcendence enchants as a continued refreshing arrival the more openness you maintain toward an examination of mythic proportions. Aim for whatever be the things that spout your proverbial vitality buds breaching a vibrant volume eleven on the dial of your life.
with our love for this world, with so much time,
and so little time — all of it ~Jospeh Stroud, Hovering
However ephemeral cannot steal the most memorable. Often the irregularly phenomenal samples we receive are chiefly buoyant. I’m sure I could write a novella-esque poetry book telling you of the vast range of emotionally intoxicating soup my first encounter listening to whales speaking in the wild fetched for me. A tale of why I almost allowed my cancer saga storage to outflank my ocean devotion. When insufficient slumber nearly endangered a matchless experience. That looking back upon my wee-morning texts to my cousins I was babbling my way out of a fearful-of-the-sun adventure. Then, whose indignation pounced a ‘f*ck-it mode’ typing: “Forget the reply ~ I’m gonna come!! Gotta try sometime!!” saving the day. Hindsight is the foresight we ought to eternally be applying. Whatsoever traps us is likely the ideal meant to set us free.
Her index finger spiked just over horizon’s starboard side of the boat. A kind captain knows precisely when to cut his motor. No one was left sitting as we all craned our necks in the direction of three distinct lofty sprays shooting up from out of the salty seawater. A momma and her babies?! This annual humpback parade was instantly uncorking a primal passion within me. I had to pee. Others had to pee. We slipped beneath the giant blue basin scarcely fifty feet I guessed from these gallant giants. They were heading right along beside us. Flunking time to grab snorkel masks in the hope to view them beneath the slogging steep waves, we intuitively dove under. That’s when my world changed. Nary a proud pioneer Jacques Cousteau documentary equates to the real deal. For all of the lore that I was raised on worshipping, I finally touched the heart of nature eavesdropping on the song of these legends.
Don’t wait for an invitation
No need for reservation
This life is an exploration ~Ryan Merchant / Sebu Simonian, Capital Cities, One Minute More
I want us following those heat-seeking morsels that drop bombs of beauty into filling the sails of our livelihood. These crackerjack croquettes of creation are ever awaiting our attention. Maybe they’re diminutive at an initial glimpse or tickling the eardrum until you get closer. The warmth of the evening tea kettle’s drip later lingering on the tip of your moustache as I polish it impulsively. The apogee of epic doesn’t have to be so titanic in the activity. Our dimensions of divine are lodged in perspective. I may not be able to sculpt a swim with whales each year. But, their engraving regarding my agency can aid the weathering of countless storms. There’s a simple practice in positivity whereby you understand that rehashing the good helps govern the amount of merriment you’re inclined to sustain. Let’s share the mythos of permeating optimism as generously as your pores can handle.
Deliver me far from cubicles tightly knit to corporate ladders claiming benefits that snatch my illustrious spirit from my soul. Give me super sexy with a side of structurally-smart-quantum snark or give me speedy death. Concede it’s on beyond ok that I’ll manage age fifty-one without many of the blessings or burdens you can admit. While the same goes for me reaping the goosebumps of commotion that angels herald on high. I think a lifespan is laid upon us for scouting elementary zest. You get to profess it any old way you wish. Study the slant of your situations. What albatross would be worthy to confess isn’t your best? Unleash your migration into an advantageous pattern of sovereign splendor. Enfold infinite fanciful expanses of any groovy remedies which woo your pitch of magnitude. Support your wellness with swells of excellence.
Shall the travels of your lifeline lend notorious stories.
