The Search

We let things pass us by much too often not realizing everything we could want or need is flying right past. Anyone that walks past us in a day could be the very thing we need that day, that week, month, year...and we don't see...we can't see. We are blinded. By what? Blinded by the search. We get so wrapped up in what we're trying to find when what we need is right under our noses. It frustrates me so much to see myself doing that. I make choices spontaneously because they feel right, usually only for a split second. Rarely do I think things through or worry about the repercussions. Know what I end up with? Regret. Regret that shouldn't be there because everything happens for a reason, right?