Take me out to the ball game; but not out of
Life is nothing but a continuing cyclic journey of surprising ‘twists and turns’ that at times, appear contrary to the direction in which you are wanting to head. In fact, the road may abruptly stop throwing you in the opposite direction. But, how do you genuinely know where you are headed? You don’t. That’s the point! Life is an incalculable mystery revealing itself in the cracks and crevices of the hours that unfold. (Without the secrecy, we would all be bored to pieces)
There’s a universal divine force which skirts, flitters, flounders and weaves its implicit underlying seemingly ambiguous potent force in our lives. It comes before us, after us, in between, up/down and all around without our consent, approval or invitation. We are not considered in the ubiquitous process. Although we go through a tirade of emotional dramatic displays in the course of its blanketing all-pervasive energy, no amount of whimpering, whining, shouting or pleading makes any difference it its determined effect.
So, what can we do? Get mad? Scream? Demand our way? Balk and refuse to go along with life’s current program? Or pretend to give in but all the while hold an ‘ace in the hole’ counting the days until the tide shifts in our favor? “Our day will come,” we pacify yourself in words of familiar comfort harboring submerged sinister glee. Come on. Get real. Our day is not coming. Our day is here. It is happening in/with every second’s unfolding of a perfectly orchestrated plan of ‘debilitating want and wonder’ and in no way is out of order or haphazardly thrown in for our personal comment or discontented rebuff.
We must come down from our self-created isolated ‘somebody did me so
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