Flying high, no worries in the world, by the way we live in a beautiful world.

Can’t you see what I see? High above the trees, the clouds just above and below me, I soar straight through the middle, the wind current flowing all around and through me.

If I dip down, I feel my past. It’s full of false anguish, and regret. If I go higher, I see my false future, it hasn’t been created yet.

What fun is that? I may travel astray to get some guidance, but I know now that the guidance is right here in the middle if I let it carry me.