I have fire in the belly. Perhaps it is something I ate. Acid. But it feels more like a butterfly. A butterfly of fire flapping its wings to keep the fire going going going. I feel like I need to be doing something with all of this energy though or it will burn me up.
Today, my smile is real. My energy is not forced, and I have to make an affort to not launch off the ground with every step. I love feeling this way, and I don´t think it has happened for a while. I feel like my travel has finally breathed life into the smouldering coals of me.
Life is such an adventure. Every day we wake up not knowing what we will be doing, how we will be doing it, who we will meet, what we will say, what we will learn, or think or eat or hear... even if we plan, we will not know the details. We will wake up not knowing how we will feel. Not knowing who we will be. Every day I am myself, but every day I am different. I love to be surprised, though sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be the same every day. Is it possible? Can anyone be the same every day? Philosophy aside, as I know all the arguamnets that you can never step into the same river twice, that we are made up of molecules that are forever moving in and out of us, that every second we are a second older etc etc. BUT there are some people who SEEM like they feel the same about life every day. Not too happy not too sad, maybe they say just right but to me it is just wrong. You need to have up and down to have motion and you need motion to get to new places. Boats bob up and down but have balance. I love it I love it I love it.
