We could have been searching by the light of the moon or the singular beam of a flashlight, praying on mother, child, brother, sister, aunt or uncle.
We could be standing at the juxtaposition of the past and the present, deeply ingrained in the past that we took for granted and the realization of our greatest fears. And as we stand here, on the outside looking in, it calls to mind a single question: after the storm has calmed—and the day breaks-- what would we be retrieving from the wreckage?
It’s the most difficult of the simplest things to imagine, imagining what would be or what could be? If at a moment’s notice, we had to pack away our life—and all of its subconscious and intangible contents, it’s fascinating to imagine what we might choose to discard, though the things we chose to save would be equally as momentous.
The fears that bind us tend to propel and determine our trajectory. Too big, too small, too short, too tall. Too quiet for you but too loud for me. We squander too much of our lives trying to determine exactly what—and just how---we ought to be. In life’s [arguably] most demonstrative democracy, we’re drowning in the waves of our own tropical depressions. They’re the storms that we create from unpredicted rains and antecedent winds.
And in those waves that ravish, there’s a little piece of something that is floating towards an unintended eternity. So focused are we on the sights to see the mounted pressures and tensions—the shifting of the tectonic
plates and disturbances beneath the water—that we overlook the gems that have been lost at sea.
plates and disturbances beneath the water—that we overlook the gems that have been lost at sea.
It’s chance that has placed us here, but it is purpose that dictates where we stand when we rise. So, though we may not have the fortitude to walk on water, we do have the ability to wade the waters until we see land.
Or perhaps, when the precursory panic subsides and the assistance of our adrenal glands subsides, we will realize that we never left a protective environment. We had been residing in a storm shelter all along.l
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