The days I focus on manifesting the weather are usually the days I trip over the treasure not knowing any better. 

Quite literally Falling over gems but keep on walking, intensely struggling as I continue listening to myself talking. 

Interestingly it's never to question my destiny, instead remained silent to appreciate what lay ahead, in times of great calamity only reveals the best of me, for in the kitchen of life I hold the best recipe. 

These birds say more than I ever could, the same gravel path under the same scorched woods.