I keep finding myself drawn to things that soar or take flight, a message of encouragement to myself perhaps? A friend and I were talking today about that place you can sometimes reach, when there is nothing 'wrong' per se and yet there is a restlessness. Something niggling, something not yet identified or determined that niggles away, forcing you to question both your gratitude towards life and your happiness with it. The guilty pangs of wonder and wander at how having so much and having so little struggle, comparative to others in this world and yet there can still be these ... stirrings, a deep heart pain and pang, a desire ... to see more than you see. We concluded for now at least, that it comes out of a desire to do something not just good but GREAT. Now to figure out what that great thing is and to set about achieving it!