like the tiny blades of grass beneath the pavement, determined to see the light of day, there are ideas, dreams, concepts and pure feelings that are pushing up and out into conscious reality each and every moment of our lives.
deep inside of us.
each and every moment.
they shape our whole being and even though we are mostly unaware that they exist, except maybe in dreams or moments of waking fantasy, these forms of energy operate inside nontheless.
how does the grass know to keep pushing against cold, dark stone?
how do we know what to do next to keep going?
the knowledge of that sense of destiny that quietly whispers when we are still inside...........