Obstacles
"Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm."
--Publilius Syrus
I spend an excessive amount of time firming the narrative of my life. If I believe anything, it is that purpose gives the details meaning.
My details, you see, are scattered. For a while, it has been a slow leak. Drip. Drip. Drip. Then one event crashed through the dam and my details are spraying, like a geyser, all over the wilderness. Can you imagine trying to stop Old Faithful? Can you imaging wanting to stop Old Faithful?
Perhaps I am a park ranger, sent here to tend to a natural phenomena. I observe. I take furious notes, capturing every detail. The sun sets and I leave at day's end. The geyser erupting, out of control, but now alone.
Perhaps I am a tourist, come for the day. I read the signs, "Danger" and "Stay back". For ten minutes, I drink in the beauty with my eyes. I let little puddles of water build on my poncho. I leave when it gets cold, shake off the wetness and throw the details in the trash.
Perhaps I am the geyser. Volatile. Powerful. The crowd comes but leaves when the light grows dim. No one dares link their life to mine. No one dares to get too close. The details are dangerous.
--Publilius Syrus
I spend an excessive amount of time firming the narrative of my life. If I believe anything, it is that purpose gives the details meaning.
My details, you see, are scattered. For a while, it has been a slow leak. Drip. Drip. Drip. Then one event crashed through the dam and my details are spraying, like a geyser, all over the wilderness. Can you imagine trying to stop Old Faithful? Can you imaging wanting to stop Old Faithful?Perhaps I am a park ranger, sent here to tend to a natural phenomena. I observe. I take furious notes, capturing every detail. The sun sets and I leave at day's end. The geyser erupting, out of control, but now alone.
Perhaps I am a tourist, come for the day. I read the signs, "Danger" and "Stay back". For ten minutes, I drink in the beauty with my eyes. I let little puddles of water build on my poncho. I leave when it gets cold, shake off the wetness and throw the details in the trash.
Perhaps I am the geyser. Volatile. Powerful. The crowd comes but leaves when the light grows dim. No one dares link their life to mine. No one dares to get too close. The details are dangerous.
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