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Fractured

11/17/2013

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What happens when our view of the world becomes fractured?
What happens when there is an event in our lives which mangles the old way we saw life, people and even ourselves?
We panic.
We try to cling to the way it was.
But sometimes we are unable to cling, too shocked to panic.
Instead we fall into 'not knowing.' 
'Not knowing' is not such a bad place...
It brings gifts, if we can allow ourselves to have them.
'Not knowing' slows down the pace.
If I don't know what to do then I cannot rush into action.
If I do not rush into action, maybe I will avoid an action which would not be good for me.
Maybe my old way of thinking no longer serves me and the person I am becoming.


Maybe this chaos I experience is an opportunity in disguise.


However I see it, I am being moved on to another stage.
I can fight it but I will only tire myself out.
I could let the tide take me.
I could just ride the wave and let it's energy take me into the unknown.
I could look around with curiosity and marvel at the sights.
I could do all this... 
and maybe this time I will...

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