Today seems repeated as if I’ve been here before….”There are certain days when it seems the world has gone topsy turvy and you can’t tell which way is up….”
Hanging Around
What does it mean, this dangling in open space? Is this freedom? Am I waiting for something? If something good is just around the corner, why then does it make me feel uneasy?
There are certain days when it seems the world has gone topsy turvy and you can’t tell which way is up, because nothing feels right, no matter which way you turn it. This mis-direction and lack of balance I am told will strengthen my own internal compass. But in the meantime, am I supposed to enjoy the weightlessness?
If I shall be strong someday then that means today I am weak; not a pretty thought. I want to run. But before I flee to avoid the truth about myself, please, be still my pounding heart, my sweaty palms, my instinct to deny…wait and look around. I am not alone.
I am with others, compatriots, fellow travelers…
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