mrmiah

Peace, its usually something I find in the pursuit of chaos. All of the adventures, all of the dangers, all of the physical and emotional pain, it all leads to an eventual peace. Call it the calm after the storm. My love of chaos seems to be slipping. I choose the car over my motorcycle, coffee over my skateboard. Given the choice between a book and a hike, the book wins; intense thoughts are softened by the drone of the TV.

Is my passion slipping? Am I moving more to a state of constant contentment over a state of passionate extremes, or is this a temporary state of affairs? Am I accepting less for my life or am I simply appreciating more?

I am not unhappy, and I don't intend to give that impression, but I don't feel that burn in my soul either. My life has trained me to be dependant on that fire, that stoke, that burn to drive me, to push me to world class heights, but that fire is just a little ember these
days. Maybe I know it will eventually burn me up if I keep feeding it. Maybe age has given me the wisdom to protect my fire and release it only when absolutely necessary.

I don't know or understand the reasons, but I feel a seismic shift in my world. Everything is changing........