Grab your blowtorch, we got some fireworks to make!

On the balcony for the usual breakfast of champions. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Birds are chirping and Mexicans are working. Couldn't ask for a better reprieve from the rain. Now if only I could actually do something with myself. It would be nice not to waste all this time doing nothing good. Stagnation is a slow form of dying, and I'm dying more and more each day. My mind is more active than ever but my motivation to act has diminished. All theory and no action is as pointless as all action with no thought. More metacognition than anything. I do need to prepare my mind for the journey ahead but what good is preparation without the financial stability to act on those plans? I'm still partially imprisoned by perceptions of a false system. The almighty dollar, or my lack thereof, creates iron-clad walls that surround my goals and aspirations. Funny how something so void can create so much space. But I am slowly burning a hole in that wall with a blow torch. The longer I am at it, the faster my flames will consume that barrier. As the wall burns and gives-way, the heat also sheds off layers of my own personal barriers like shedding skin. I'm exfoliating my own doubts and fears. My worries and my hurries. My so-called inability to really act. To just jump and allow the winds to carry my soul wherever it may. Leave myself open for the winds of change, to allow myself to be receptive of the universe as it unfolds to me. This is my intent and my mission. So now that the Earth has been replenished of its drought, and life begins to bloom forth, I too must re-emerge anew. I am greener than ever to the ways that I wish to be. New to life's mysteries again. Fighting for the warmth of something greater than myself, so that I may bask in the glory of a serenity that I have hardly ever known. So my will shall sprout from the seed of the world's ideas, to create a beautiful blossom, reaching to grasp the heavens. And soon enough, I will grasp those lofty desires and fireworks will explode from my fingertips, raining down a stream of sparks that will sprinkle the land and hopefully ignite the fires within for anyone else who is close enough to be watching. Will you be there when the rain stops and the fireworks begin?