walk the plank

every day there are little missions for you to complete. small things. like orange juice or milk, french toast or cereal. big things. like whether to stop and let the squirrel scurry past or keep going and let him stick pasted to the pavement. things that seem small but are actually quite large. like waking up in the morning.

you always have a choice. let lazy lie you down to nap or muster up that drive from somewhere deep within. usually one's easy while the other one's not. and usually we follow the yellow brick road, even though there are colorful fields of flowers and bright blue and white skies off the beaten path. because there might be thorns we think. because there might be storms abrewing just over the horizon, because there might be poison mushrooms between the dandelions, because mosquitoes like to lurk near pretty peaceful lakes. so even though the road is long and drab and the yellow gets monotonous soon we walk on me you and dorothy and the tin man and the scarecrow and the lion. we're all looking for something and hope that the road we walk on takes us there. we walk on in hope. we walk and we hope.