We are riders who, at best, control our own actions. We surely can’t control our own thoughts … because they ramble like animals do when the gate is left open.
Can we be contained?
Are we content with content of our containment?
Is it something we grasp physically, emotionally, to steady us in difficulty – like mast to lash ourselves to in stormy seas?
Contentment – happiness, gets us through stormy nights, spreads around like butter melting on the hot toast of life – warm, delicious. Spread so easily.
Contentment isn’t fleeting but still, it is so easily disrupted.
Interruptions, ego-bursts – our own – and mistakes, conflicts, forgotten details and unforeseen problems conspire to pause us, bend or break us, disturb us from our contentment. We choose to let those be grist for our mill or overwhelming. Most often they are lubricant for active minds, busy-bodies and make a thing called momentum. It is the flow of things.
Only thing that stops flow, that stops contentment, that prevents our enjoyment of those moments is when we get in our own way.
Not to say we won’t have troubles. We will.
There is such turbulence in life we would be lost and left behind if we were not so naturally inclined to clench in difficulty’s face, holding tight when life gets bumpy.
Interruptions are mini-forks in the road more than they are speed bumps. They need not slow us down. But they divert us …
Are we OK with diversions, do we tolerate interruptions?
Will they destroy our focus, or hone it, stiffen our resolve or cause us to miss the point?
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -11C/13F, chilly wind, ice-foggy/overcast, a quiet long productive romp for Gusta (I could barely keep up!) as morning traffic was starting to build …