More misguided thoughts?

The still morning lacked patience as the sun began to fill the sky with the lightest of blues. The wind was still and the trees had lazy shadows as he breathed softly against the silence. His heart was burdened by the lack of some abstract thought gallivanting through his head and his shoulders were more tense than a kid playing with a rubber band.

If anything, questions filled his mind as he watched the floating puffy white clouds fill up the blue expanse. His eyes lazily rolled ever so slowly back and forth as they watched the white on baby blue reveal shapes and then dissipate as the floated onward and out of view. It was as if the beauty was mocking his lack of drive and the very flawed humanity that made him.

The mid-morning sun warmed his face as he sat carefully on his favorite chair in the air conditioning. And it was then that he realized the tragedy of his existence: he was admiring the beauty from a second hand place. He was five steps and a door handle away from breathing in that crisp air and letting the sweet brush of the wind run across his face and arms, but he was more than content to sit in his smooth, leather chair.

It was then that the full weight of the travesty that was his life hit him. He breathed in one last breath in his comfort zone, stood up and moved toward the door. In a mere moment, he was pulling the door open and stepping out into the sun. It was even more beautiful than he imagined.