Hopelessly lost in a sea of hurry and time urgent life. Like waves crashing, tides pulling, and strong winds pushing I am forever stuck in a race to reach shore before my resources are depleted. Land is elusive as if moving further and further beyond the horizon teasing my forward progress. Is this it ? Is this how its supposed to be? Magellan, searching for a spot after spot after spot to claim as if that was really his quest or anyone els's quest. The visible mission is seen and understood by all who know and hear of his exploits. To cast fear and safety aside and sail headlong into the darkness, for what, really, for what? Quench that agonizing angst to show proof of stern conviction. To convince ones own self that the will to conquer is a genetic obligation. Or, to demonstrate worthiness where none or not enough has been demonstrated.
My mind is clear as bell, as far as I know. My reasons for wanting to continue putting another notch in my belt are perplexing but familiar as that is all I have ever known. Tempered mission to free time for things like writing and watching family smiles I get just enough for that and not much else, so, thats it for now!!!
Causes Ron McElroy Supports
Surfrider Foundation, LA Mission, World Vision,Green peace, UCSB.