Inceptiōn.

Every breath, every ebb and flow, births with it - life.

Every leap of faith, the commencement of something untested, something new. 

A beginning, an inception.

How I'd love to lay back, and take a breather.

Far away from this incessant chatter, far away from civilization.

Perhaps I'd lie in the wide expanses of meadows, smell the flowers, feel the breeze gently on the skin, bask in the warmth of the summer sun.

Or perhaps I'll stroll down sandy beaches, hear, feel the crash of the waves over my feet, admire the sunset; pick up a conch, hear the whisperings of the water, be at ease.

Or maybe, I'd stand atop a craggy precipice, and holler out my troubles to the wind, hoping, hoping that it'd be heard.

But alas, naught but wishes. Only 'perhaps', nothing more, nothing else.

I need something to keep me going. Down this path, down this road. Just a little something.

---

And today, I'll make a small wish, and hopefully, just hopefully, years after inception, it'll finally be realized.
But for that, work I have to, work I will. Aye. Go, Jonathan.