Chasing The Fog

I chased the fog. It was ever before me but somehow always out of grasp. For the closer I moved onward, the more it seemed to evaporate. The more I pressed on, the more it seemed to fade away. Until I understood that the fog I could not see near me was actually submerged in my nostrils, invading my lungs, and clothing my skin too close to see. The fog that I thought was only ahead was actually right beside me.

And so it is with love, success, and happiness. We see it in the distance and peruse it with a vengeance. If only we could catch it with a flask. Until we truly understand that we are already bathing in it, the most precious there is to offer.