Missed Opportunity

In slow times I ask myself what can I do.  What I cannot do is be bored, I chuckle.  The answer is clear when others grumble about having nothing to do, but when it’s me in their shoes I am lost within mountains, confident that after the next ridge the answer will be revealed.  It’s not that what lies ahead holds the answer; it’s that the stillness of now isn’t the answer.  Are we all chuckling?



See also- Waves of Inspiration