As the sun goes down on yet another day in paradise I ponder the dream blue of the sky
sometimes I have this urge to journey far beyond myself to run away and frolic in the joys of being alive I pulled out my suitcase the other day to see what was in the pockets and was overwhelmed by an urge to be on the road it was so overpowering... the yearning soul... my heart skipped and jumped away to where the unknown journey lay I reached out a tentative hand I could feel the melody...the joy of simply moving on and on into a discovery of another world the feelings glowed but I stemmed the flood with a handkerchief of thought while the main body of emotion ceased the life blood of my emotions seeped through I know I will have to journey soon to explore and smell the flowers and taste the fruits and set myself free upon the winds of travel once again
You know when you start a small business project you cross your fingers and hope. You breath passion and the purity of your soul into it and you hope some more.
But as time goes by you realize it just won't cut it. You are merely a drop in the proberbial coffee pot.
The idea is amazing. The coffee is superb. It is all so so so cool. To make it even better it was your idea...your brainwave...your desire to share your love of coffee....but
and there the but comes in....You realize that branding is going to take millions of dollars to get it out in the wide world. To make sure people know about it is going to take some super human catastrophe.
So it hides on the internet amidst many others...waiting to be discovered
Ozecoffe becomes another failure. It would seem to be one of many along the path of life. Or put another way it is a failure on the path of success......does that make me less a person for trying and failing.....
So I sit here with my ideas flowing around me...I seem to be ratting around in my own mind....
Am I a lost soul? Or just one of many trying to find their place....making journeys to the edge and back...with the fire of hope not quite burnt out....
Drink up my friends and toast the dying embers of a great coffee....
Where is that soulmate of mine...I stumble and feel that I should stop and accept my alone ness...it is a big world and I forever feel lost....I have always been alone in a hearing world...not quite fitting in a deaf world either.
I wonder where this strange journey of life will lead....across oceans and through the emotional jungle of humanity....to a place where I stand by myself on the shore waiting for the tide to journey me alon g a new path....may it be love or friendship or endless companionship across the passage of time.....
