I sat here quietly. Engrossed in thought attempting to do the impossible, trying to make sense of it all.
Actually, I find myself in this position more often than not, but not necessarily sitting on this particular tree stump, looking out at this particular outcrop of trees.
But actively sitting in repose, trying to make sense of it all; sadly I find that I am no closer to enveloping myself in the answer than I did when I started years ago.
Today is different… January 19th is the day designated to honor Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday, on the 3rd Monday of January, but Dr. King was born on January 15th.
I took a walk to clear the cobwebs from my head and found my sitting here, looking out into the distance.
I had few words to offer as my thoughts were consumed with the legacy of a man whose journey on a path of selflessness that would arguably change the face of American society and thought more than any other citizen…
And he was only 26 years old, had he contemplated about the gravity of the undertaking in Montgomery in 1955 would he had lept into the fray? But, I’ve realized that doing what is hard instead of opting for ease is a oft-neglected element of bravery.
The realization hit me with such force that I found myself gasping for air.
I felt guilty for reaping the benefits of his sacrifice while I chase the impossibility of figuring it all out, rather than figuring “something” out and letting the rest come of its own accord.