Here's to Random

Maybe this has a point. Maybe this is completely random. Maybe I found a solid way to document my feelings. This is satisfying. I was sitting on my desk at work just a week ago, writing an email to my customer, thanking him for his patience and cooperation while I handled his ticket. Now I’m sipping on a Café Mocha at one of those hundred thousand Starbucks café’s, at Central Park, New York.

 I have no plan- and I feel GREAT.
 Be random. Be crazy. Explore. 

This world has so so much to offer, and it is always for the taking.
Go out. Your friends give you that much needed company, but you restrict your movement. So much like dancing. If you are with a friend, you take one step to the left, and one step right, keeping your front to your friend. This dance floor is yours. You are here for a reason, to dance. You think about it, and you realize that you aren’t doing justice. Snap out of your left right, and turn around, clap your hands randomly to make some noise and treat this like your playground. Forget that you even came with someone. 
Aaah the possibilities open up if you only keep an open mind! Be Crazy. It’s alright to let your heart make all the decisions. Dance! I think I found a point to this. This is a toast to myself for making this decision of coming here. Halfway across the globe, just a passport in hand, and my imagination to help me
fly.
Here’s to craziness. Here’s to randomness. Here’s to things may-or-may-not working out.

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