Extraordinary Gust... or maybe it just takes Guts!

Leaning forward keeps me in motion and tricks my numb, grinding self into feeling the need to experience more. As I move along the cobbled streets,the gust of wind slaps me in the face. It awakens me from my paralized identity. "Snap outta it!" Seek the thrill, no matter the insanity that governs it. Amazing, the constraining power that fear has on the mind. Funny, I fear not. Provoked by onlookers and the idea of the fresh air combing through my hair....do you dare me? It takes a lot of courage to venture from the familiar and seemingly secure comfort, to embrace a revised outlook. One not always accepted by the commoner. Myself, the antevasin, there is no real security in stagnation. For the most part I am an ongoing spiritual seekers. I yearn for the pit of my own truth, I seek the core of universal truth, I escape in fleeting moments, and trek towards the edge. security exsists in adventure and excitment. I take pride in all my accomplishments thus far, and I am loyal to those I cherish. My exisitence is not so simply completed. Certainly,there is more out there. I'm still cycling, my wheels still turning. In movement there is life, and in change there is power. A small gesture, such as, escaping into the wind, perhaps, from a plane will enlighten my spirit, Change the perspective... from a worms eye veiw... to a birds eye view. I choose to fly despite the clipping of my wings. I'll follow my inclination, for I have the guts and the awareness to catch the wind and find my way... only to return to the ground to reveal some sort of realization, truth, or at the very least...experiencing beauty, temporary fulfillment, and immediate gratification!