I find myself so much more centered in the last few months than I've been in a long time.
My being resonates with a happiness and a contentment that I've missed.
Sitting down underneath this apparently chaotic jumble of iron and concrete I focused on that narrow beam of light.
The one in the center.
I studied the lines and the angles of the steel coming from every direction... in what seemed at first glance like a confused and haphazard manner.
In all of the chaos I discovered that there was a beautiful symmetry... there was a center... and as I focused on it... it became somewhat of a metaphor for the past five years of my life.
In the last few months I've found my center.
In all of the chaos and the confusion I guess I'd forgotten where it lay.
I walked away from that bridge feeling content... warm... balanced and happy.
When I found my center again I found myself... and I liked the one I saw.
It's a really good feeling.
Walking down the street I kept thinking about the bridge.
There was something more there.
Then I realized that it was a deeper metaphor than I'd thought.
The last six months of my life... they've been a bridge... a bridge between confusion and chaos and the happiness and contentment that I'd felt as I found my center.
I made the right choice.
I took the right path.