The Fool's Errand

On this earth there are very few things I would call perfect, It’s not for being picky but rather my strict definition of perfection. Contemplative mornings are something I consider close to faultless, To awake before your part of the world stirs awake and the humdrum of daily life deafens the sound of anything resembling nature. In the morning you can hear the birds gossip, willow trees gently whispering and feel the dew gently dropping from it’s precarious position a long the gentle curvature of a blade of grass. Mornings like this bring me a lot of introspection, It can very often feel like an exercise in meditation, it’s easier to have a still mind when the world around your mind is still. The perfect morning doesn’t mean you’re going to have amazing day or an easy time managing your thoughts, It just means that you’re giving yourself an advantageous advantage. The world comes at you fast and inundates you with so much information, protect your peace and your contemplative mornings folks.