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Until You’re Ready
Sink or Swim. They say it’s up to you. But is it really? Do we control our own fate or has it already been determined for us? I try. But every time I try it leads me back to here. Where is here? Has anyone seen it before? The closer I get to knowing, I realize I don’t know. Is knowing right? Is not knowing wrong? What if not knowing is knowing?
What do you do when there’s nothing left? You trust. A deep seated knowing everything is going to be alright. This is being worked together for my good. When one door closes another opens. When one brook dries up another springs forth. Mana is being laid out for me each and every day. Don’t hoard it. Enjoy it. The measure you hold. For that’s all there is, really. What you have in your hand.
The piecing together of our lives is truly magical. If ‘x’ then ‘y.’ ‘S’ instead of ‘x’ and there is no ‘y.’ Our eventual arrival is not because of what we did right or did wrong, but purely because we kept going.
Will you keep going? Or will you stay and try to explain. Figure out. Make sense of. Wait for permission. Try and save a bit of face? “There” is where you belong. You know it. But “Here” is too comfortable to leave; yet. But comfortable is not your haven, the unknown is. You’re not growing here. You’re dying on the vine. There is where you need to be. It’s still waiting on you. And it will continue to wait until you’re ready.
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