He calls to me. Calls my name. Speaks to my heart. He is guiding me, shining a light on my path, and pointing me where He wants me to go. Where I want to go. I know He is right. I feel it inside of me. The moment has a hold of me though. I’m doing the opposite. I can’t explain why. A perfect storm of lethargy, apathy, and rebellion. My defaults have control. Then it’s over. The moment passes, and I’m left with emptiness. It’s too late. I missed my opportunity, and all that is left is regret. An aching pain coupled with an echo in my mind saying why? Why did I do this or why didn’t I do that?