Some folks search for gold with lust and a vibrancy. They live their life on the edge of survival. I don’t search. I wander. I wonder. I’m lucky, it comes to me. So does the rain, the snow, and the ugly slush.
But when I need time, it’s not the gold that I look for. When I need space, it’s not the riches I see. It’s the silence I crave. It’s wandering inside the silver mine. It might be dirty and unfinished, but it’s quiet; it doesn’t hurt my eyes; and it’s a constant discovery.
In the farthest corner of my mind are the silver linings of my lifetime. They’re waiting for me inside the silver mine anytime I need to go see.
In the silver mine of my mind are my golden memories.
--me strauss Letting me be