What makes me think I know this? Because, the heart knows all. You have been striving to build this your entire life, and the time of fruition is here.

First, don’t plan. Think, postulate, wonder and look in places you know the answer couldn’t possibly be. That is your foundation. The absence of control. For once you accept that no plan is ever executed perfectly, you realize how worthless a waste of time it is. Life is not meant for planning, it is meant for doing, being, living and feeling.

This is your next task. Love, live, feel, experience. Listen to the voices in the wind and the song of your heartbeat. Be still and hear the harmony in your head. It is the pied piper, leading you where only you should go.

Next, take that step. Go there. Be it by boat, train or hitch-hiking in a stinky 18-wheeler with a tobacco-stained hick behind the wheel. He’s harmless. You can tell by his toothless grin and the sparkle in his eye and the Three Musketeers bar he offered as you got in. He knows where you’re going, just sit back and take in the view.

He’ll drop you in a place you didn’t know existed. The back woods of Kansas where the air smells of cedar and occasionally you can almost taste Mrs. Olson’s apple pie. She left it on the windowsill hoping you’d follow the aroma right into her rocker and fill her heart with your song of the toothless trucker you laughed with as you realized you knew all the words to “Convoy”.