Words are a fortress

Words…

Are abundant … But quality trumps quantity.

Used wisely,

They.

Comprise, compliment, buttress …. Empower.

And serve as a fortress.

From those obstacles that would otherwise separate one from what lies on the horizon…

Of

Progression …

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Pouring the marinade … On life.

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 …

The aftermath

of

should, could and would have’s

are the perfect companion to the gloom and morose

But..

Without it…

How could one truly appreciate

how it contrasts with the euphoric feeling …

Of YESSSSSS!

Me happy on a cliff in Hawaii

The realization of success

which

links to the

acquisition of our respective conquests.

The journey isn’t far

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

path

is

often

uneven.

The fruits of the journey are wrought with beauty and peril

Leaving the climax worth it…

Is like …

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.

A stream is like life …

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

certainty

of being overcome by the

actuality

of

eventuality.

Life is motion and moving in constant, concerted motion should be a given, as it always affords a better view.

I listened

I walked with deliberation, my steps were earnest.

I heard nothing, but the sounds of the Bay…

But, I was compelled to stop.

Strangely, there was no fanfare, no applause, no cheering section.

It was only me.

Who bore witness … To divine intervention.

I grinned.

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.

So…

I claimed it…

I sat down, smiling contently.

As I pulled it into my orbit.

As I walk ….

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.