Fall Forward I

So long I have breath, more often than not, I look around, and access the current state of my life. I try to ascertain its quality, whether it is the best I can do for myself. I begin to ask, is there more value, more worth that can be birth from this life? Such questions begin to burn in my heart, when there is dissatisfaction in my soul, and unfulfillment in my spirit. This happens because in my inner being, the hidden man which cannot be seen, has heard a sound from above, from heaven, and it dropped down and filled him. And by fire, has kindled a longing. A longing that propels seeking. A seeking that leads to substance. A substance that has weight. Weight in glory. 

Then a journey begins. A journey without any seeming direction. Like stepping into winds, and letting the strong gales carry me through whatever paths it pleases, to wherever place it chooses. 

In this journey, the only thing that guides me is a vision of a better quality of life. And it entails letting go any baggage that does not align or tally with quality I seek to derive from my less than stellar present life. But then the journey become tortuous. Because even when I want better things, and therefore made a decision to seek better things. I have, by the reason of time, developed a taste for the things which i now consider old and unfruitful. And therefore, have become addicted.   

I must be weaned off. Not passively. But aggressively. It is a fight for life. A True Life.