It has taken a long time for me to come full circle to the realization that I am not as smart as I would like to think that I am.
For that matter I am not as smart as others would like to presume. I am inclined to subscribe to the belief that true wisdom lies respecting our ignorance to realize and embrace what we don’t know.
Venturing onto a path, that is uncertain, can be frightening to say the least. As for me I think that reeked of cowardice. Accordingly, I am incinerating it and scattering its ashes at my feet. As a indication of my, conquest.
In retrospect my life has been a tug-of-war of sorts. A pull in opposite directions, between doing what I am supposed to do, versus doing doing just enough and deferring to that which is, comfortable.
I’ve come to the sad realization that doing the latter has not served me well and frankly I’ve grown weary of marinating in the stew of complacency.
Over the course of the past year I’m grateful that divine intervention has saw fit to intercede and compel me to reorient my steps. For the longest time I ran from my calling opting to mute, obfuscate and drown the call to order. Simply because following through would require work on my part, the laborious, stretching boundaries variety that I was unwilling to give.
All of this leads me to this epiphany that echoes louder than a sonic boom.
Sometimes you have to go through “it” to get to “it”. Those trials, tribulations and frustrations that I endured, now serve as the fuel, for my appreciation.