I smelled summer last night

Walking along the boardwalk last night, as I am wont to do these days, I felt a slight shift in the wind, in the scents and in the air.

Warmth is coming. Summer. Heat and sun.

But even so, life still manages to get all scrambled. Like eggs tossed in the pan with sharp glass. A few surprising epiphanies, and a few inclinations that I have tried to shut down are awakened once again.

I'm feeling antsy, and restless.
My sense of direction keeps getting murkier and the path -- scant though it be -- seems harder to find. Like walking in fog, yet still putting one foot in front of the other.

Is it faith? Or is blindness?

I always like to think life has a way of doing what is best for us. But at the same time, I think consciously making an effort towards your goals is necessary -- sitting back and waiting for things to work themselves out can be just as destructive as forcing it.

Inaction Vs. action. Fate vs. will. Instinct vs. control.

Seems a horribly amusing way to test just how many strings I'm willing to cut in order to be the person I need to be.

May was a strange month.