Sometimes you sit back with a heart full of expectation and you wait, and life with all its colour and sound and bright lights whizzes by and surrounds you with a million thrilling opportunities and glorious promises, and you simply sit back in the knowledge that when the time comes, the right current will release you from your moorings and sweep you into an ocean where you can part the waters and walk on the waves, where every footfall wells up with a little shimmering pool of your destiny. And on that ocean there will be nothing on the horizon but clouds shaped in every form of your fancy.
Sometimes the current doesn't come and you continue waiting for the waves even as the sky grows dark, feeling the tug of the water on your hands, on your feet, refusing to yield to what is not irresistible and inexorable. Sometimes we forget that we must immerse ourselves in the water and choose a direction in the dimensionless deep before the current can find a hold, before life will take an interest.
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