Be still my silly Heart

Be still my little heart.

The hardest thing to ever do is stay put. To keep your feet from moving and chasing the wind. To reach for the stars by flying to the moon.

The hardest thing to ever do is to be still.

When you feel that you are young and that the world is at your feet;
When you feel you have more energy and sugar high than toddlers combined;
When you feel like Superman and you can fly;

When you can dance in the rain for hours;
When you can stay awake for more than 48 hours of pure drive..

When you feel like jumping and starting anew...
When you feel like the world revolves twice faster than before.
When your child grows before your eyes and it feels that only yesterday she was just a baby.

But as everything in this world, all becomes clear when the dust settles. It is when we learn that we have grown a bit older than we are. Wiser than we'd ever admit. Stronger than before.

We realize that the answers are not in the wind. But in our hearts.

And so we begin to stay still. And watch the leaves fall and listen to the chimes sing as the wind goes by. And we watch the colors of the sky change and feel the soft hugs of our little one. And we speak with no words, cry without tears, smile without reason.

And we understand that finally, we learn what patience means.

And finally, we have come full circle.

Chasing the Wind.

I have been chasing the wind for years. And I have chased him not because I love the chase. But because I love the feeling of feeling the wind on my face.

I have often been told that life spent continually chasing is almost an empty life. Because in chasing winds, comes chasing time. And in the middle of all this run, we forget to pause for a moment and re-think the important things in our lives.

But this is what writing is for, right?

I am a single mother. And I live to chase my dreams to build the dreams of my little one. I live to chase my wind. So my daughter could one day chase hers. I live everyday like it's a 28 hour life because I want to retire with days spent like there is only breakfast, tea and dinner. I chase the wind now, because I can. And you should too.

And, Writing will document all the races I will participate in. Some of my friends claim they're too lazy to do this kind of chase. Too tired. Too something. That they'd rather watch me chase. And tell me how I look exactly chasing mine.

They are good people, chasing but now knowing. They too are chasing their own winds. Just too stubborn to realize or acknowledge the fact that they too are in their own race. And we just incline to say, we are merely on the viewing deck, watching cars pass us by.

Tomorrow, the north wind will take me to the top. So I could get a better view of things happening in my life. And tomorrow morning when I wake up, with my hot cup of choco and my endless quest for stringing words together, I will spend five long minutes of just taking it all in. And wishing on the last good morning star.

One day, I will find that someone who will chase the wind with me. Don't worry, for the first time, I am not in a hurry.