To the person obnoxiously honking
When I was around 6 years old, I was given my first Rubix cube.
Within minutes I gave it back to my mother completely solved.
She was simply amazed at my genius, until I confessed that I pulled off the stickers and placed them in their designated patterns.
Or did I?
Think outside the box.
If I was a noodle in the box of noodles, I would sneakily slip out of the end of the box and roll into the uncharted territory under the stove, never to be seen again…
…what an adventure that would be.
Think outside of the box.
When the wind ceases
one must lower the sails,
pick up the paddles,
and begin rowing.
I am in control of my own destiny.
Not a single person
nor cosmological power
can disparage my journey
or confine my destination.
The depths of my dreams
will not be chained.
Either by wind,
or by paddle
I will always move
My stubbornness has gotten me too far to ever give up. Thanks to those who taught me how to cast my sail, those who believe my paddles are just as strong as the wind, and those keeping me company on my long and crazy journey.