One day a carp started to climb a waterfall. When he reached the top he became a dragon.
I believe one day I may explode into lightning while in the full draw arriving at perfect form.
I believe that I will one day be able to hit the center of the target every shot just by simply looking at it.
I believe I will one day fight demons on top of a mountain with my bow.
If I didn’t, what’s the point of it all?
Hitting the target?
Being a better person?
Numbers, data, opinions, fears, jobs, expectations,
All are but walls and chains.
I want my eyes alight in the wonder of shooting the bow and arrow.
I want to be inspired to live, without trying to make myself inspired.
The forest simply appeared around me, so I started walking.
A bird flew by and I just looked. Frosty air in the nose.
Over there is the mountain.