For every period of our life we are governed by a mantra of sorts, that proverbial soundtrack that we inexplicably march to, it is that indescribable feeling that implores us to plunge ahead regardless of the obstacles that may obfuscate our vision.
The mantra for this period of my life has been “that a cheering section only gets in the way”, but now I find myself wondering if I have outgrown the efficacy of this approach.
It has been quite some time since I raised my hands in surrender, only to open them in a begrudging partnership to the entity of Time.
Time… As I have come to realize is not my foe, but it is an invaluable ally.
When I am still, Time reveals all of the secrets that were withheld from me while I was living in the present. I understand that I have to meet Time where “it” is rather than harboring a foolish ideal of Time meeting me where I’m at.
It is clear to me that I am at the apogee of this period of my life… It is necessary to turn the page on this chapter of my life so that I can move to the next, but I can’t shake the duality of emotions churning inside of me, that feeling of apprehension and the excitement of the new paths to be forged.
Because it is that Time after all.