As I end this year, and my dreams become clearer, I find myself saying “it is good”. I believed that this time alone would become the last time I was ever alone. That my deliverance would continue on into eternity as the final tethers holding me down were severed. I expected to drift away. Float so high that I wouldn’t be able to come back. I am now surprised to find that my bindings in no way kept me weighted to the earth. When I closed my eyes expecting the wind to pick me up, I began stumbling forward. Step after step, one foot in front of the other. Continuously. A brand new path has been revealed before me. One that I could not see as I had my head turned toward the heavens. One I could not comprehend as my thoughts grazed with the clouds. It is sweet. The air. From the sea to the mountains. In the downpour and snowstorm. A taste of freedom. A stint of sane insanity as I watch my breath spread throughout my huddled room. A smile because these simple things are again good and worthy. I do not think I have ever been happy. Not once in this blessed, wretched life Chaos bore me in to. This is new though, and with a new year I want to explore it. I want to continue walking down the path before me. Continue breathing this sweet air. Continue smiling because the simple things are good. Slowly savoring the next thirty.