There’s a rat race to the top and there’s a waltz back to how things are.
In the end, our poems and songs will ripple much longer than our algorithms and ladders.
Our biggest fears are connected to the things we’ve made up or invented about the character we’re portraying in our stories.
In other words, our biggest fears are tied to our costumes.
There’s over one hundred billion galaxies (they say) in our universe. Our galaxy, The Milky Way, contains somewhere between one hundred and four hundred billion planets. And on one of those planets, you are there seeing, feeling, experiencing, hearing, sharing, showing, exchanging, and being.
The beauty in the previous line is that it is true and it is not an accident.
Footnote: You will echo much longer than your title(s).
The seasons teach us about ‘again’. Again the rains fall, again the blooms burst, again the leaves do their maroon curl, and again the snow weds the earth.
Your lungs do the same. One breath…and again, another. And again, another breath. This is why nothing is closer to us than our breath. Its song is the opportunity of consistency.
Tonight’s sunset and tomorrow’s sunrise are interlocking hands that lead us into whatever we may have the opportunity to experience or partake in again.
Scarcity tactics of the mind add fuel to the fiery fear that their won’t be another ‘again’, again.
But abundance, if we’ll pay close enough attention to it, tells us this whole place is available to be beautifully experienced on replay.
So we sow, and again it blooms.
The big rules are not ones we need to rewrite.
Ashton.Gustafson 