Life came too easily. She was like the Mississippi, long, deep still and powerful. On the surface she lived life with carefree abandon, yet like the river, she either rolled around the obstacle or rushed over it. She wasn't a truly lost soul but one without direction. Life was never hard, only inconvenient. Looking out over time, she often ponder what would become of her in the surreal life she had created. But she knew it wasn’t surreal, she was just lost or too lazy to change it. She resisted the change that was inevitable. She either chose to ignore it or charged it like a ram. She preferred to ignore it.
Like time, change is a continuum always moving forward. Change may be slowed or halted for awhile but like time it will move on. Change may take eons or as quickly as a blink of an eye to happen but it will continue to evolve. She hated change, especially when she could not control the change. It interfered with her pattern in life, unbalanced her sense of being. The only good change was the one she created; the one she could she mold and control. She liked control. She like the freedom it brought. The juxtaposition to her control to the things that controlled her, boxed her in and she became stagnant. She ignore it. She floated on her inner tube down the spring run in life.
The South, in the summer is hot, humid and sweltering. Reality to her was like the hot southern days of summer, too much heat. Being grown up was work which caused too much heat. Too much heat. Cool springs and daydreaming was not work, it was the pleasure of existing. Why would anyone would want to endure that heat? She pondered. She floated. She daydreamed. She was lost.
She had a choice, Live or float? Daydream or steer her destiny? Change was upon her and it was hers to control. Was she like the Mississippi and had the power to endure the heat? Would she choose to fortify herself for endeavors of life? Floating down the spring run only moves in direction, is this the only direction she wanted? She pondered. She awoke.
© LAL 2016