Thank you life..

Posted in Mobile Posts at 9:00 pm by divinity

“I feel that this has given me the most incredible and wonderful thing
that I have ever been given and also the worst. Its a mixed bag. I
have been taken to the depths of extreme terror by this, I’ve had my
whole soul undermined by it on the one hand, on the other hand in one
sense my experience has been about finding joy.” –UNKLE
Life constantly forces you to grow and reevaluate yourself. Sometimes
you find yourself completely turned upside down, as if you were tumbling
through the surf, lost in a sea of foam. The instant reaction is fear,
fear of drowning, being dashed upon the rocks, fear of serious injury
and death. But when you stop fighting and realize that you must align
yourself with what the universe has in store for you a strange
peacefulness washes over you. Before you know it, you find yourself on
the shore, ejected from the ocean with a clear picture of the waves in
front of you. It is at this point that life forces you to take some
time and question whether the break you see in front of you is what you
truly want to ride. Perhaps there is a better breaking wave down past
the rocks. You have to spend some time on the shore, just breathing,
catching your breath and observing what is going on around you. The
realization that you are in charge of your decisions, and that
ultimately you are own and you will find “your wave” will set your mind
at ease. You know which breaks you want to surf, but ultimately you and
the universe will decide together which wave is suitable.

1 Comment »

  1. Dad said,

    April 17, 2006 at 7:40 pm

    Casually reading the blog . . I come upon this entry. . . it stops me in my tracks. . . I see the thin young lad washed up on a far away beach . . .he is shaken and clearly afraid, but he doesn’t give up. . . . he finds his boot, sits on the shifting sands and learns. . . . . about the wave, the water, his own fear. . . . and finds his strength. . . . deep, deep, buried treasure in the essence of who he is. . . . . . preciously blended heart, mind and soul. . . a very old soul.
    I’ll never forget that day at Portera Grande. . . . I think I just found out why.
    You should be the writer.
    Love, DAD

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