Joseph used to get these elevated feelings of euphoria and freedom. They laid dormant for so long but they seemed to be coming back. He was in a walking coma for a few years, surviving off a driving, incessant voice that whispered "Hold On!". Which was fine. It served it's purpose. Throughout that time survival was maintained yet life is not about survival. But it was hard to dust off the lint from his clothes. The sun was bright and it's blinding light can often make one want to go back inside. When the course is unclear and the paths zig zag, taking you here and there the challenge lied in following what the heavens brought forth to him. Acceptance can be scary.