For the Sleepwalkers

Can’t we all be like the sleepwalkers…the ones who get out of the comfort of their beds and have so much faith in themselves? I want to be like that. I want to be able to face the unknown and accept it, embrace it even. There is one hurdle in life that I can’t jump over, and it is my own mind. I can’t get out of it, and I have almost no faith that it will lead me in the right direction, because I do not know in which direction I am traveling. Somehow I have to realize that’s okay. We’re not supposed to know everything before it happens. Maybe I should stop worrying about what my brain is telling me and listen to what my intuition tells me. That has almost never failed me… but we can’t shut our brains off. It doesn’t work that way. So I have to trust, like the sleepwalkers. They welcome the darkness; they live in it for a while and wake up just as they were before. They have no fear, and if they do it certainly does not stop them from doing anything. Maybe, just maybe if I let my heart go and keep my head from stopping it, I’ll be okay. Faith, that’s all it takes. But faith is a thing that haunts me because it’s a dangerous thing to rely on. I have to get over that. I have to trust myself. I have to let myself go a little further than I thought I could. Therein lies the solution.