A SUNDAY ADRIFT

Some days appear to hold more promise than others. Some days the motivation flows steadily. Other days we seem adrift. Unanchored and floating away without direction.

Being on the move year after year brings about certain unrest. Boxes upon boxes never to be unpacked as the next destination is unknown. The next chapter writing itself with every passing moment. The yearning for stability never ceasing but realising the possibility is nowhere in sight. At least not in the foreseeable future.

With every turn a wall stands in the way. Some with doors. Others without. Though the doors all appear to be closed, one knows there must be at least one that will open. One which holds promise for a better future.