It's funny how people describe their places in the present. Some enjoy questioning it while others float along as if to be part of a passing breeze. The older I get the more I find myself trying to locate the brakes that'll physically slow down the two hands on a clock. My only discovery to date is to find faith in boredom. I love to sit in the center of a mall or a forest and just do nothing. Absolutely it's painful. It would be so comforting to pick up the smart phone and hit social media but that doesn't slow down the ticks of a breathing clock. In those moments of nothingness I hear things that become the fuel to a new step. Never a beginning but rather a continuation.