There’s a flock of pigeons that I notice everyday on my drive to work.
I see them move together and fly with passion. They hover and maneuver through the air for no rhyme or reason, circling endlessly as a flock. Then they settle down on the roof of a hospital building and suddenly break out into their flamboyant flight of fancy.
They aren’t going anywhere or have a destination or a reason to do what they do. There’s no predator hunting them or a nest they are flying to, they have this artful flutter and a looping pattern and return to sit and soak in the accolades and admiring eyes.
There’s so much to learn from their passion and joy in taking a flight of fancy for no rhyme or reason.
Richard Bach would have been proud.
SEEKING ANSARS 
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When in doubt listen to Nike and “just do it!”