A whirl of paper, a blast of sound, instruments buzzing, ringing phones, the racing of people, cars, lights . . . days and nights.
Maintaining a steady course, in the midst of a social and materialistic catalyst for confusion.
What is there to hold onto?
A belief, a person, a group, a book, a lesson learned.
Climbing the mountain, ensuring that your hold will maintain, making sure not to slip, and with each step climbing higher and higher.
by Lauren Sweetland
4 March 2008