Adventuring forward on a journey with sky lanterns. 

With this uncomfortable, constant anxious stomach buzz. Moving steadily in the darkness awaiting hopeful. Anticipating the uncertain treasures to be found. Flirting with purpose like playing hide-and-seek.

With enough light to perceive the next step and not enough to visualize far-ahead. Staying in place with expectation to be enlightened. For the day to come and brighten a clearer path. 

The birthing of a destiny is the refusal “to hang.” The birthing of a destiny is the pursuit “to hang in.”

Maintain the ground, hanging in.

Sankey S.