Catalystic moments...
Breakdown. Breakthrough...?
Perception not wide enough on the timeline to tell.
What comes next? Unknown.
The suspense... the tension... the uncertain... so fucking uncomfortable. Yet inescapable.
If only life were controllable.
Ha.
The curveballs...
Tests? Perhaps.
Failing or passing? Maybe only time will tell.
If only it were easier...
But would "easy" really make us "better?"
If only the unfoldment would flow smoother and more gracefully...
Ha.
Could there be options we'd have taken, which led to different outcomes, harmonious...?
Or are the rough patches the only territory in which the toughest lessons can be taught/learnt...?
When the soul is suspended in waiting, is there anyone there to listen...?
If one could really talk of the scope of the situation(s), *is there anyone who could really understand...?
Or are we truly on our own, the journey reserved for individual, the most trying stretches for our knowing only...?
If only consolation came on speed dial...
Ha.
Were the caterpillar not willing to submit itself to obliteration, the butterfly would never be.
Were the acorn never cracked, no oak tree.
No pressure, no diamond.
So, in the midst of seeming chaos, would it not be best to remember we are in a transformational process?
What we're becoming...? Who the fuck knows.
Though perhaps there is trust to be placed in nature, of which we are a part - who so masterfully produces its harvests.
Perhaps in the turmoil of painful transitions, there is faith to be had in a larger design, certainty to be claimed in the knowing there are forces at work operating according to laws we couldn't fathom, directing destiny perfectly.
Or perhaps not.
So much we don't know. Perhaps, cannot.
So in the trials, what choice do we have... but persist with hope, clearing our conscience of fear and doubt, cultivating an openness to embracing what comes next, which we cannot control...?
This could be wrong.
Or perhaps we've been wrong all along, living from beliefs that had to break down in due time.
Who knows.
Maybe we never will.
Though either way, on life goes...
(And through the catalystic moments, we emerage anew...)