What are you Chasing?
Some folks spend their days chasing coins they’ll never count, and applause that dies out as fast as it’s given. They measure life by paychecks and titles, running in circles like dogs after their own tails. But I’ll tell you plain—give me a boat steady under my feet, a drink cool in my hand, and a sunset burning the horizon—and I’ll feel richer than any banker in his counting house. There’s a kind of wisdom the water whispers if you sit still long enough to hear it. Out here, the air carries salt and memory, the waves keep time … Continue readingWhat are you Chasing?