A Prompt from Today

I was the only one to see it. It- that long, looming, somehow scary reality: But I’ll leave it unnamed. Better to leave these things unnamed you know. I was in the coffee shop in Berkeley the other day- The one where I feel like I could be at home, if only I had more time to just bring a bagful of books and spend my day on dreaming and fantasizing about the future and those potential heroic acts that are waiting to be experienced. There, as the people in their multi-colored garb swirled before me, I hit upon a central realization: We are connected- these people and me. They- I know them not, not even their names or what drink they are enjoying, but we are all sharing these few moments of space together: Like you all with me. And so here, in the hustle-bustle of this caffeine-smelling cauldron, I realized it: It was devouring me with something like a kind of delightful passion. It was reminding me of what I needed to do in order to ever truly be myself. It was not only constituted in the threads of details in my mind but somehow lay deeper… It was the very thing that I was chasing and yet, kite-in-hand, I didn’t know how to let it—It-fly: I did not know how to listen deeply to choruses of imagination that were calling, cheering, calling—calling me into being and into the challenge of living from my truest deepest self.. into It, the future.