The days were becoming more ripped and ragged than the Jimmy Hendrix tie-died shirt he had when he was fifteen. The constant stress of life was firing extra beats to his heart. He felt more confused than he was in his first day in Algebra class when he was introduced to algorithms. And his head was about as grey as an eight month old African Elephant caught in the rain.
He remembered back to his days in University…often feeling the same way. Sort of caught between a “what if” and “what else” state of mind. Searching for meaning, understanding, and something new in a world of mundane monotony.
He stopped and calmed his mind one day, and envisioned a spiral in front of him. Circling from the bottom, and growing larger towards the top. A structural vision showing that things could only get better. Where goodness came rolling in like a runaway freight train. A life where everything went totally his way.
He dug out that Hendrix shirt the next morning. Combed his completely brown head of hair. Dug his bicycle out of the garage and pedaled head on into the blazing yellow Summer day.
It was either his thoughts or reality….but one thing was for sure. It was a beautiful morning and the world was his for the taking.