The mornings I leave home as or before the sun peaks above the hills I feel as though I am a part of a secret the rest of the city is missing.
It is a quiet stillness in colors, orange and red.
I write until I am finished. Thoughts are given life when they appear on a screen, in a conversation, on paper. If we encourage an idea and help it breathe, we create something new in the universe. What if someone, somewhere previously had this idea? They didn’t. The connections and neural pathways that form the foundation of the idea are wholly yours.
There is a whole world waiting, each day, each second, to be created with every action we make. We turn left rather than right, choose to call that friend or uncle or not, look someone in the eyes or walk away. A thousand decisions every day, one outcome. We can not say that life is unfair when we have again and again lived as active participants in our own decision making.