There was a time, in my early thirties, when I really thought I could make a difference. It was before the earthquakes, the volcanic eruptions, the hurricanes, the tornados, the avalanches and tsunamies of life started rolling in over me, as if I was a beach they had to conquer and they were running out of time.
There was a time, in my early thirties, when I really thought I could make a difference. It was before the earthquakes, the volcanic eruptions, the hurricanes, the tornados, the avalanches and tsunamies of life started rolling in over me, as if I was a beach they had to conquer and they were running out of time.
With my sense of self crushed, shattered and scattered repeatedly I had to walk through the lands of shadow and ash to find and hold on to any embers of my soul still glowing. I had to rekindle the flame of life and to reforge what was left of me, rto once more build meaning where there was but void and null. Just another step forward. Then another. Once more unto the breach dear friends.
My body was broken. I could no longer fight but barely walk, if you could call it that. I spent my days slowly staggering onwards with no goal, pain aching through my core with every step. I still had dreams, but they were small and achievable. Far from the world changing dreams I once held. But as my dreams adapted to what was visibly achievable from my position – to sit down a moment, eat a meal and then sleep peacfully next to my wife with our dog snoring next to us – a new me started forming from within.
As I gave myself permission to be here and now, cheerishing everything that I still had, a whisper started humming a new tune in my ear. Not of conquest or power, but of healing and joy. The manure of life is staring to get covered with flowers.
I hear it humming within me. Playfully whispering bewteen the pains.
There are still dreams waiting to be born.
My body was broken. I could no longer fight but barely walk, if you could call it that. I spent my days slowly staggering onwards with no goal, pain aching through my core with every step. I still had dreams, but they were small and achievable. Far from the world changing dreams I once held. But as my dreams adapted to what was visibly achievable from my position – to sit down a moment, eat a meal and then sleep peacfully next to my wife with our dog snoring next to us – a new me started forming from within.
As I gave myself permission to be here and now, cheerishing everything that I still had, a whisper started humming a new tune in my ear. Not of conquest or power, but of healing and joy. The manure of life is staring to get covered with flowers.
I hear it humming within me. Playfully whispering bewteen the pains.
There are still dreams waiting to be born.