My love, I am calling out to you. Maybe one day, we can have forever together in the time-escaping autumn. Let the magic winds of fall make our spirits one.
I hope you give the world all you got. I admire you; I’m sorry I let you down.
You make me want to be a better person because of who you are and the words you share with the world.
Even in my last moments with you, I was too soon looking forward to future moments in which you would be back, illuminating my Pennsylvania sky. Once, when you first flew to my side in the clouds you feel so safe amongst, I believed time was on our side. Then in a flash we only had one night that was ours for the taking.
When will we be the masters’ of time, rather than at the hands of such a force; one that fools us into thinking “there will always be more time;” more moments to appreciate the ones we didn’t appreciate when we had our chance.
All that I know is my wandering mind lends itself to aimlessly think and obsess when I should be focused on the present moment that is all we even have.
"Find a passion and pursue it."
So it just hit me: my two biggest passions are helping others and the environment. Those two ideas are not really what just came to me, but the realization that where I am right now is where I’m supposed to be.
Often I question my decision to continue on in the mental health field. Lately I’ve been thinking more about the planet’s resources more than my own species. But right now, while in my new home for the next year, I realize that having two passions is just fine. Pursuing one does not mean I’m leaving the other behind. I’ll figure out ways to commit my life to my environmental passion just as I have for my passion for helping others.
Everything is changing, and tonight, I allowed myself to feel it all.