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The green field stretched for miles, even past the crystal stream, until it could not be seen anymore. The blue sky was clear. The breeze was soft and cool. The sparrows could be heard sining from any of the surrounding pine trees. It was an atmosphere that was calm and tranquil, which was in complete contrast to the way I currently felt. Fear, anxiety, the need to run at a speed that could only be classified as supernatural; that was what I was feeling standing in that clearing. She was only a couple feet from me, and her presence took up more than physical form did. She was more than a bear. She seemed to be the forest itself. Her fur was thick, and appeared softer than cotton, not that I was idiotic enough to test that theory. Her body was strong and massive. Even on all fours, she hovered a couple feet above me. There was no denying her beauty, no matter how much fear raked through me. Although I wanted to run, and knew in the back on my mind that that was the logical thing to do, another part of me longed to reach out and hold her. It was her roar that kept me from moving in any direction. It was deep and even. If it were not for the fear that came along with the growl, I could have been convinced she was singing. It shook the ground below me, and trembled up my entire body. For that moment I was convinced that she could have shattered boulders and brought down trees with her roar. It was that very thing that evoked utter terror.
We get up every morning with a set plan. Something to do. A place to go or someone to see. We have a plan. That is the time when our lives are in order. When everything is set the way it should be. Even if the plan for the day changes; even if it is not how we thought it would turn out to be, the fact that there was a plan is in our hands.
However, it isn't until we wake up with no plan, no idea. and no order in our life that we can call ourselves brave and daring. It isn't until the moments when you have no idea where you will go or what you will do that you can truly say your life is a mystery. If you have a plan; if you know there is something that you want to do; if the idea is set in your head, that your life is in order. Try just living with out that order, just for a day. That is when life gets hard.
Nothing really ends up the way we plan for it to. It may start off going in our direction, but as soon as our heads are turned, everything gets thrown into chaos. It is that ever lasting want for order that drives us to the extremes.
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