Spring…not my favorite season by any stretch of the
imagination. In fact, if I had to pick a favorite season out of my all-time
personal favorites, it would be (and probably always will be) the fall. I lean
toward the blatant beauty of broken colors, the frail falling of the leaves,
the browning of the green; the slow, tantric transformation of everything
living falling slowly into hibernation, the living things moving slowly into
their long, sometimes infinite, sleep. For without that long sleep, nothing
ever grows again.
Fall speaks to my soul in a way that few other things do.
However, just as every Golden Age is preceded by a Dark Era, I remember that
every Dark Era is equally preceded by a Golden Age. Because of this, I have
embraced spring…for the first time in a long time. Because I see the metamorphosis
coming in my own life as I watch the remnants of a Dark Era that quickly moved
into a Golden Age only to transform back into a Dark Era and for history to
repeat itself once more as I watch a Golden Age come alive out of the ashes,
but this time, and probably for the first time, the Golden Age is of my own
creation. And maybe, just maybe, there are those of you who are right there
with me.
Because, you see, I
realized something infinitely vital: It is only those who fly solo that have
the strongest wings.
You see, as I began questioning the epicenter of all of my
innermost personal relationships, I came to an undeniable conclusion: Broken
people latch on to other broken people in attempt to fix them, but it almost
never works. People tend to become comfortable, stagnant and make excuses for
one another in the names of love, friendship and understanding. There becomes a
blatant lacking of the push to challenge, to become better; all in the name of
acceptance.
Then, suddenly, when the push does occur, the seeds of
resentment are planted. And herein lies the beginning of the end. Excuses make
way for personal failings. Acceptance is the virus that allows people to make
decisions they shouldn’t. And people become so replaceable, so disgardable,
that the second you no longer like what someone has to say, you turn off, you
cast them aside, in favor of the comfortable.
Yet, here is one undeniable truth: Change is uncomfortable, and
it should be. Change is the one thing that forces us to become lesser or
better; but the choice is always up to us. We can either be the vessel of
broken dreams and empty promises, or we can become the person we were supposed
to be all along; the person we intended to be, before we got side tracked into
becoming someone else.
Yet with those seeds of indignation that mark the beginning of
the end of one thing, also mark the beginnings of other things. The beginnings
of what are up to you.
So what is your new beginning going to be? What’s your
Building block? What’s your stepping stone? I’ve dealt with mine. Have you done
the same?
Tonight’s ‘Soundtrack of Life’ selection was one I was
listening to as I was penning this. I’d
love to hear your thoughts. Bring it. Do your worst. Happy reading and happy
listening.
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