When reality comes to visit, closing the door on ambition and fantasy for a while, settling down into the caffeine fueled wake-up call that this condition is here to stay and turning it into art will not make the everyday challenges go away. There has been a couple of medical updates here and there, but I'm not going to go into the details right now. Basically, in the Felix the Cat sort of way, a mixed bag of tricks to say the least.
I suppose what is most important to remember is that Felix is whistling not necessarily as he works, but as he walks down the street and handles the roller-coaster ride of life. The choice between faith and fear remain my primary alternatives. With faith, although sometimes worn out, I can struggle through the challenges, believing that one day they will come to an end. Then again, the challenges will never end. They may shed their skin and change their stripes, but they will remain present in a multitude of forms. The focus cannot be on the finish line because it remains the same for all of us. There is no other. There is no victory in the course of life that extinguishes the reality of another day.
Fear clings to the absolute, the illusion of totality. Faith embraces the journey, focusing on the precision of the next step and walking the walk of monks and lovers, children and artists. There are so many ways to realize the beauty of this life. Today I choose to walk forward and transfigure my present difficulties into a crucible that inspires realization and change.
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