It seems as though the earth upon which I stand is quicksand. Slowly sinking but never fully submerging is a heartless ruse.
I am forced to lay back when I’m accustomed to being strong, fighting, going against the grain and all. But because of the cement-like sediment, I cannot battle and quickly maneuver or else I seal my fate with my demise.
So, what do I do?
The hour is late. The tide is soon to roll in. There is no “sink or swim” and “fly or die” doesn’t apply.
The only thing that I am able to do is close my eyes, lean back, breathe and wait for salvation.
Sometimes, I wonder if all of this is worth it? My answer is yes!
Life certainly teaches. But is the drama necessary? A simple notecard mysteriously placed on my pillow will do.
I suppose experiencing a particular thing is best. Beyond everything, I can only strengthen atrophied muscles by actually working them. But I never anticipated that relaxing and mentally letting go would be an area that needed exercise.
But I accept the invitation. Actually, I have no choice.