I hear my oldest son playing piano, a new song he's learned that he renders with little effort. His fingers grace the piano keys as if he's played before, but he hasn't. I'm amazed at his talent and intuitiveness.
I was conversing with a friend the other day, and our conversation lingered on possibility and fear.
What do we do when we have a passion for something other than what we're currently doing? Do we take the risk and cultivate our passion? Or do we stay "safe" and plod along with what's secure, even though we're malnourished and laboring in monotony?
I sat with a friend a few days ago, me drinking an Americano and her a chai, and discussed our lives and perceptions. We've changed over the years, a little wiser, possibly a little smarter, but definitely happier. We touched on spirituality and what that means, our families and loved ones.