Often, we’re left with one single road, and usually a little dusty.
This month has been especially trying and although I really have nothing to complain about, I’ve found myself in a series of very important life questions.
Am I where I’m supposed to be?
Do I have everything it takes to tackle the future?
What happened to this year and why isn’t my book of poetry finished?
As I stumble through these questions and others, I find myself milking into other questions that ultimately lead me down an endless road of other fruit-filled questions. In a sense, I’m bombarded with an awareness of who and where I am, but without any of the succinct details of who I am.
This is quite the quandary at times.
I know for most of my friends, seeing me as a human is quite revealing, but the truth of the matter is that I’ve always been human. In other words, I do bleed when there’s a mess inside of my soul. There are scary times ahead and I actually welcome them with open arms.
In these wide open spaces.
I’m open to the idea of failing because in this awesome sense of my growth, I’m spiraling upwards to a place where I can be touched and revealed.
This is positive growth like no other.
I read once that a very important trait of a positive communication path always involves the notion that each person involved in a discourse simply wants to be heard, vice spoken to.
I think I’m hearing myself for the first time in centuries.
This, I’m learning.