Chasing Solace

Rush home.
Someone's got the case of....
Relax, it will all be over soon, just proceed so you can
feel good about your exit...
Dare to be an observer
in quintessential bliss, waiting for the next cue- make yourself known.
Before your eyes.
Pick a door, take a leap, have some faith, let it ride.
Only you can control your concentric circle in this world.

Rush home.
Don't buy anything.
Don't get distracted.
Don't stay on the phone when you don't want to be there.
Don't listen.
Don't make a quick decision.
Don't split your mind in two directions...or you will be no where.

Just rush home.
Return to an abode that awaits you with imperfection and leftover residue
from unfinished business from the day before.
Glaring into your eyes, the tangible un-to-do list, not written down.

Pick one, what will it be, creative, mundane?
How do I channel my inner dimension when I get to that place....
How do I pick and use the hours well?
Maybe I won't become world traveled.
Maybe I won't become a public academic.
Maybe I won't spend my time focusing solely on accomplishment.

Maybe I will have an equal.
Maybe I will be self taught.
Maybe I will find satisfaction in the small, good choices that become big building blocks.

And while I search for those things,
I will rush home.
And not where I eventually wish to throw my keys....
But where I am now.
Maybe, for now, I will seek something I can't touch.
Making decisions that incorporate a big picture, rather than bits and pieces....

That's ok....
because chasing solace, is chasing success.
Even if that's not how it feels on the outside.