On that note, I insisted on wearing my father’s cloths instead of my small ones. I wanted big cloths. Following a prolonged tantrum and my parents’ futile attempt to reason with me, my father finally gave in. He put his jacket on me and I was swallowed up. I disappeared.
I quickly realized that size mattered. The jacket was not designed for my little frame. It was uncomfortable. My desire for my dad’s big cloths died. Yet, I was satisfied. I had explored. I learned.
The vastness of life is humbling. The insane creativity in nature is stunning. The complexity of life is mind blowing. That said. I don’t see the point of locking your mind down to a few mundane options. There’s so much more to life.
That’s why visionaries seem restless. The more they see, the more there is to see. A vision is an endless evolution. Life is infinity. Explore!