Oh, I definitely knew I’d smacked right into that rock. The moment of truth came when the back tire went all wobbly on me. “Seriously?” I groaned, throwing a glance upwards as if expecting some cosmic sympathy. There I was, trudging home as daylight decided to clock out early.
Staring at the night sky feels like consulting a cosmic GPS, doesn’t it? Each star twinkles like a guide for those of us who meander off the beaten path—whether in life or just around the block. Yet, alongside this astral navigation, there’s the guidance of our hearts, packed with dreams yet to be chased.
Choosing between celestial advice and the whispers of the heart? I tend to lean towards the latter, often led by whims or gut feelings rather than a starry blueprint. It’s about embracing the road less traveled, nudged by that little voice inside saying, “This is the way.”
My instinct screamed to ride that deflating tire into the sunset, possibly wrecking a pricey wheel. Yet, under the guidance of the Big Dipper, I opted to call Mo.
So, here’s to nights under the stars and hearts full of dreams. If ever you feel lost, remember: the universe and your own intuition offer paths back home. And if all else fails, it’s okay to ask for a ride.
On this day in history, ‘Hey Zeph! Want an Action Wipe?‘ I asked, after cleaning the blood from my shin.
— Saved by a Package, 2013
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