I have never been particularly good at anything.
I have found that I am particularly good
At nothing.
Is not it odd that I find contentment in that?
I love discovering things and adventures.
I have found that I am particularly good
At learning.
Is not it strange that I want to learn forever?
I have never been good at freeing myself from fear.
I have found that I am particularly good
At fear.
Yet, is not it lovely that I still find freedom?
Freedom. It is whispered in the zephyrs.
Freedom. It is chanted by the ocean waves.
Freedom. It is sung by the birds of the trees.
Freedom. It is found in the eyes of Jesus.
