Friend’s opportunity door opened, stranger’s bleak life view so dark, client advice melodrama, someone is struggling – clinging helplessly, hopelessly, to what remains.
Life is more than game of win or lose, safe or out.
We spectators … we dusty gladiators battling in arenas of antiquity – life, death, joy, pain.
Like baseball’s absolutes – safe or out. Hit, or struck out. Won, or lost. Life is not base running, life is not throwing and hitting. Yet, life / work / family is this great adventure game, more characters than any family could contain or explain.
Home stretched – in every project’s journey, or every life’s journey – physical and emotional tension of rounding third base, sprinting, sliding into home plate ahead of and under that throw.
When we are drained or over-explained there is still, and always, hope. Hope darkness will become some new light source, hope that running on full or empty will be valued for the running rather than for how much we have left in the tank.
Cannot walk in anyone shoes. Or run.
We can show understanding. Intrusive, but as often, exactly what they need. No right v. wrong, better/worse. When they cannot walk, help them walk. Or borrow a wheelchair …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -2C/29F, overcast/breezy, feels like snow?? … Gusta feeling back to normal/regular, me too. Times away for mini-vacations are often as disruptive to routine and momentum as long ones …
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