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SEASONS WITH REASONS
Wednesday Sept. 21, 2016
Did pace of everything accelerate?
Some days, simply managing pace at which I’m falling behind – or connecting with people slower than me. Others, way out in front. I like that feeling, pulling forward with help, and pulling someone along too.
Nothing in life is a foregone conclusion, unless we let it be – then it will surely fulfill whatever worst fears we can imagine. But it needn’t be. Sure, disease or poverty might hit you. Death, loss, broke, messed up – your worst fears. Or, you could delay or avoid all that …
You ask, “How, Dr. Mark, can I prevent sudden death, mistakes and stupid crap coming out of the blue to mess up my life? Or my remaining days?”
Fear losing a step, or feeling enraged, fearing you are losing your grip?
You aren’t alone, exceptional – or helpless, just part of a group. More specifically, you are a subset of that group. The group is us.
Our subsets – not winners v. losers, but rather believers v. non-believers – and I don’t mean religion or faith. You can figure out which group you are in without difficulty. But, what if you aren’t in the group you want to be in?
Consider those tree leaves – green vs. yellow?
Seasons changing or life’s pages turning …
Orange and brown ones, losing their grip – re-convening on the ground, ready for change …
SPRING? Gone.
SUMMER? Lamenting hot romance eluding me again this year.
Maybe I’ll FALL into something/someone warm.
WINTER?
I don’t need certainty. But I do need wanting … hanging on tight, ready for a great journey on this merry-go-round.
Taking things slower?
Not bloody likely.
P.S.: FYI … rithubhedam is a Malay word meaning ‘change of seasons’
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk with Gusta: 5C/41F, a few cloud and breezy/chilly, traffic building volume and noise – a brisk short walk, need to get back to my desk, so much to do and never enough time (I’m working on a strategy to make more of my day available for creative work and creative play within the 24 hours available …), Gusta found lots of dewy wet grass so she got a longer than usual wipe down and belly rub …
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