“Hold on” periods do not appear to halt. Those periods when nothing seems to be happening, although you maintain this conviction of “No, it is not the final condition, there must be coming ups” in spite of the fact that it feels almost like a never-ending walking, the more you pace, the further it runs from you.
Perhaps, it is a Walk, conceivably, long walk, short walk, rough walk, calm walk, a lengthy list of possible adjectives could be insert up there, linked to that word – WALK – to describe more precisely our dear walks.
We all do know where it leads this march of Life, the one destination, the truest destination… however, the march’ directions are multiple and have plenty of stations on their lines, which is – more or less – the exciting part about it.
Here my proposition; the act of living – the marching – is solely an act of patience, and patience is not the ability to wait, but the attitude during the intriguing awaiting, yet the human can’t help but burn wanting wishes to be in the course of his existence span.
And here is my 2nd proportion; You keep your eye on that one longed-for thing, simultaneously other things interfere across the road, but this focus of yours, actually blinds you from seeing most of the other occurrences – the options, the alternatives – you think you are pointing well that you severely need or merely desire, but this acute vigilance is as sharp as color blindness.
I’m not really spiritual, not Buddhists, not Existentialist, not any xxx-ist
I just walk and tell.
