It makes sense that emotional discoveries will be rooted from an emotional experience. But what surprises me is my reaction to it, an absence of emotional response, just a sense of expectedness. Maybe if I weren't so neutral, I would find some strength to be disappointed and saddened by what I envision. But I'm just me.
The air carries and floats on by without a direction to follow or a pre-destination planned out. They go wherever they go and end up wherever they end up. It's strong and real. Just as quickly as feelings can grow, it can just as easily move a different direction. Like the air that gives us life, feelings give our soul -----