Today, I am an impatient man.

It isn't uncanny of my typically ubiquitous mind to stray into the realm of melancholy every once in awhile.
It does intrigue me though, the way I stumbled upon this particular phase and even more curiously, the way I now forage in the canopy of my inner-most desires and contemplations.

I have lived long enough to know that there isn't any magic, really, in the seemingly out-of-this world, amazing and awe-inspiring feats that we have come to enshrine.
I have been told that the "giants" as we call them, are simply lay people who stumbled upon the good fortune of possessing uncommon gumption.
To put it nice, they call it "determination,"
to put it crude, they call it "complete ass-likeness"

It is therapeutic to imagine it that way as I've come to assure my insecurities.
The occasional lapses such as this occurs when doubt rears its ugly head.
It shouldn't come as a surprise though,
the lion in each of us needs a stretch once in a while.

I speak of the beast in us that is hungry to devour as far as his eyes bring him.
And giants happen to be "hard to miss"
If indeed giants are simply strong, sturdy lions who have emerged victorious from their rampage,
then there is hope for the minions down below.

The optimist argues that the very existence of an inner lion
is vindication of primary prerequisites.
The optimist argues on the second tier that where our heart and mind is aligned,
our system will conspire to achieve.
The third tier is appropriately the most powerful stance postulating that we were all created for great things.

So here it is again.
We've come full circle.
The story ends with faith as its answer.

And so I'm reminded.
I have to be patient.