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I am just listening to this guy as I write this post. This blog. This log. The journal of my daily life will take a serious tone today. With no quick quip about how the world will revolve around me. We. Are. All. Just. Specks of sand in an endless source of vast ocean shore.
You see I have been thinking long and hard on what it means to be severe. And how it will suit a situation. How can we all dance with the fire on the floor that are being created and lit by either ourselves or by others that do it with or without conscious thought. What skills do we need in order to not get burnt by the fire that is growing around us. The roof is on fire.
As I write this I am also reminded that the world around us are filled with competing ideas and opinions and this is another reason for us to dance. Dance monkeys are we. The foot steps we must tread in a floor that is on thin ice burning under me. Tippy toeing could work. Stamping my squash it out, then you could in the process crack the ice.
The juggling of competing work. The balance between pressing and delayed matters. We all have that. We all experience them. Even when we try hard as we can to avoid them. The external pressures and influences always finds a way to get into our bubble. The space around you is growing or the world around you is getting smaller and smaller. In fact we could now say the universe could somehow fit inside a marble.
Those swirls. They mesmerize the eyes. They suck them into the void. The space inside, the space outside. All within the grasp of your hands. You are tempted to squeeze it. You are tempted to hold it close and never let go. You never ever ever want to let go. Then it is time to let them go. You realize that your moments lead you to this one moment. The moment of all moments. The change. The ever expanding, contracting change. The juggle.
It is all a mess in the space inside. It all makes sense somehow. To you. That is what matters. The ability of you to make things all fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. After all that is what your parents did for you. Prepare you for this moment. The nerves are shaky but you somehow prevail. You are reminded that even you, had to go through the same steps. The same dance. We all have to take that leap of faith. Calculated. Cautious. Careful.
Some do it with reckless abandonment. To get away from the jitters. To just let go. To have no care for to care would probably break them down. Into solid ground. The fear of being burnt by the fire on top of the ice we are all treading on. It is the dance of life. The juggle of the jungle that resides within and without us.
There is a beauty in the ambiguity. The lessons we each get from a reading. That is the once miracle we as humans have. After all what is life without the misinterpretation. The misunderstanding. The total lack of understanding. These leads to the spice in life. The junas in the cojunas. We all have to have that moment where it defines us and lets us know that what we see is also the truth of what is happening. There is no dance without the ebb and flow of each ones reality being exerted out of you and me towards everybody and vice versa.
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