Because I should

It was a long day when I drove to the beach that night. I knew I needed to receive some sort of revelation. I needed to pray, or receive some sort of spark that would guide me through the dark maze.

While sitting next to the V statue at Vence Beach underneath a bright more that illumated the low overcast that was passing by underneath it in a broken pattern. I knew God was watching me. I told him that I want to make this happen, that I wanted us to work together and both be satisfied with each others work, and truly live a life of loving each other and helping each other.

On my way back I thought about what I needed to do, and saw a large number of paths that were part of a new painting on the ground off Windward street, and I knew I had to discipline myself. And as I kept walking, and crack split between the whole painting, which I followed as it seperated from the rest of the paths. It was straight and narrow. And I knew what it meant, and I knew in order to walk it i needed to be discipline.

Such was the one thing I needed to get over the red line that marked the edge of the curb where the crack ended. And beyond it was the streets, which was my route to success.