Life and Living

Falls

Grasping onto life is like griping a jagged rock on the crest of a waterfall. The water plummeting against your face, blinding your vision, pushing you to fall into gravity’s embrace. 10,000 tons of pressure against your shoulders, the roar of impenetrable following. Its mass of thoughts and emotion building into that crescendo of demand and expectation. You hold onto that rock, that glimmer of confidence, hoping against hope that you are strong enough. You take the beating until you give into the loud voice of doubt which gushes around your head and collects in a pit of failure, or until the last of the snow has melted and the waters subside.

Hold on I say, hold on with all your might. View the streams from atop that mountain, climb your way, one step at a time. Do not lose patience. It is the patience that withstands the waiting. It is the patience that is your strength. It is that quiet voice within that wishes to guide you away from the plummeting tide. Quiet the roar and hold on to your jagged little rock so that you may emerge 10,000 times stronger; half a life-time of strength. And when you are able to open your eyes again you will be blessed with 10,000 times more beauty, as if colors are kissing the iris for the very first time.

Life is a waterfall. We must endure and we must find our way out of the mouth. To gleam over at our feats, to view a fate we chose with iron fists and steady hearts. To see that we are separate from the gush of experience. We are not the collection of that which surrounds us and we do not have to have to be carried over to fall among them. Stand upon this ridge. View the beauty of this tapestry as it rushes by. See all it is creating in the wake of convolution; this agglutination of thought and feeling, of direction and doubt. It forges through lands and diverges into calmer streams and rivers and creeks. A massive source of sustenance jutting into the world, giving life to others and design to yours. 

Remember that we are delicate and the rapids strong. Match its strength and then rest upon the ledge. Do not let this unanimous source of life take what makes you. Hold on, climb out and let it flow beneath you. Within is but a quiet soul who wishes only to see and be seen--so breath in the mountains air, stand tall and let it see.