Are abundant … But quality trumps quantity.
Comprise, compliment, buttress …. Empower.
And serve as a fortress.
From those obstacles that would otherwise separate one from what lies on the horizon…
Life is littered with disappointments …
But it is the disappointments that serve as the marinade
To what could otherwise be a bland, tasteless existence
For it is an essential ingredient of life
That sinking feeling of disappointment, the suspense leading to the culmination …
should, could and would have’s
are the perfect companion to the gloom and morose
How could one truly appreciate
how it contrasts with the euphoric feeling …
The realization of success
links to the
acquisition of our respective conquests.
Sometimes beauty lies in the distance …
Perliously, within our grasp, but yet so far.
The closer we get, the more obstacles see fit to present themselves.
Daring you to meet them head on…
Do you cross or stand pat?
While you debate
Those obstacles are
Scoffing at your notion
Of conquest …
But victory is your only respite
The fruits of the journey are wrought with beauty and peril
Leaving the climax worth it…
Life is like a mountain …
Imposing, massive, comprised of many layers and unable to vanquished …
But, a mountain, like life itself
can be traversed and by virtue of this…
Those secrets can be laid bare for those who would dare to make sense of them.
In that there is no easy way to ford it other than moving gingerly and using our lessons as stepping stones to save us from plunging into the swirling depths.
Reaching the other side is a reward in and of itself.
But like life … Time spent marveling ones ingenuity is time wasted.
Pressing ahead is a stark contrast to the expense of staying stationary with the
of being overcome by the
I walked with deliberation, my steps were earnest.
But, I was compelled to stop.
It was only me.
I knelt …
Feeling the cold sand between my fingers as I wrote out my proclamation.
A declaration, a humble acknowledgement.
That receipt of a long elusive gift…
That I’ve longed for …
Ever since I could remember.
I claimed it…
I sat down, smiling contently.
As I pulled it into my orbit.
And still I walk, knowing … With my mind, eyes, heart and spirit open; ready to receive what has been mandated.
Let me hear you… Let the din and the incessant hum of what can’t and won’t be far away from my orbit…
And still I walk, knowing, dutifully searching. Standing on the pier of life, savoring the gift that I have been given.
Let your presence be all encompassing and omnipresent … Let it echo; reverberate and drown out anything that would dare to challenge it.
Let my footsteps be the white noise on my journey…
Knowing that as I reach the apex of the journey, the path that you have laid… That I will hear nothing … Other than my focus.
Let … Me; have the ecstasy, the sheer intoxication of completion…
And still I walk, knowing.