Reach for the Sky

Is life worth living without goals?

What is the point of waking up in the morning if you don’t go out into the world with a dream or task you want to do? Sometimes life goes by so fast; we don’t have time to achieve everything we set out to do.

There are people who are not born into the best family and don’t have everything that they ask for. Life isn’t handed to them, and they are one step behind the starting line. Those people dream of being normal, while normal people dream of  being in the upper class. It is a constant cycle of people trying to make it to the next level.

One thing that is equal for everyone in the world is the ability to go out, set a goal, and do everything in your power to meet it.

If life was so easy would there be a point to live it?

Life is the same for everyone, but people start at different points. In a way that is what makes life beautiful, but at the same time can tear it apart.

Many are handed money and fame without earning it and they usually take advantage of it. Others who strive to reach that level in their life usually appreciate the road it takes to get there. They make sure not to mess up their once in a lifetime chance. Even though there are still many people who abuse their status once they reach it.

When you wake up in the morning don’t roll out of bed thinking saying how your life will never change. Get out of bed with goals and dreams in mind. Let those dreams guide you and help you achieve happiness and satisfaction in your life. Never give up chasing your dreams no matter how much they try to outrun you.

“No one is born with a hand full of aces. No matter the hand you’re dealt there is always a chance to win.”

Snow Top

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Looking up to the sky, the snow flakes tickle my nose as they drift on their way to the cottony, white covered floor. I inch out my tongue to get a taste of the drifting flakes, but it graces the warm surface and disappear.

In front of me the clouds, stars, moon and beyond. A companion hung by side, a backpack filled with hope, memories and need.

I look down, squinting through my fingers. Me on the top of a mountain, a small spec on a pile of opportunity.  I have never left the graces of the ground. One minute I was down there, now here, what in the world.

The world hmm… maybe my lonely question found an answer.

Size ten shoe prints in my rear view and the sun, moon were over top. The sun glistened off the freshly layered powder and shined over with a layer of love to keep it warm in the frigid cold.

A breeze softly sifted through my hair, as it went by I tried to grab on to it, but it swirled between my fingers en route to the next mountain top. I breathe to see the smoke exhale out of my mouth, trying to grab it for warmth before it disappears in the starry galaxy.

Only one option left remained in my cluttered head. It was time to say goodbye to the world and follow the moon on way to my next stop.

Should I close my eyes on the way down, maybe so. Maybe I will fall to the bottom, get up, and dust myself off.

Ready, set, go! I held my breath, leaped and I was gone.

My past flashed in front of my eyes as I sank to the earths core.

I began to think of my future. The dreams and hopes held ever so closely to me.

Now inches from the ground I began to rise. Not a fear in the world. The sun with help from the moon, reached out to me and I grasped their hand as they lifted me toward them.

Ring, ring the alarm sounded and I promised not to open my eyes, but this time I had to.