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.
Truth be told, I am not as smart as others would like to presume.
I am inclined to subscribe to the belief that true wisdom lies in using our ignorance as a segue to realizing and embracing 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 uncertainty reeks of cowardice. That being said, I am incinerating it and scattering its ashes at my feet.
In retrospect my life has been a tug-of-war of sorts.
An omnipresent pull in opposite directions:
Between doing what I am supposed to do – versus doing doing just enough
and in many instances 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 putrid broth 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 of 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 the sweetest salvation.
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