As I'm sitting here I have come to conclusion that what if's and maybe's aren't real. They exist only in our imagination. They are polarized realities that we wish for as an escape from our current situation. All we have is right now. Whatever lies before us. Good or bad. The problem with that is we continue to try to live in these imaginative outcomes rather focusing on what waits ahead of us.
All we can do is identify the situation and try to make the best of it. The script plays out before us. We make our best efforts to dictate the scenes, but even we cannot control the most minute of details. It appears that is the harmonious dichotomy of life. The everlasting yearning for control and the forceful pushback to let things play out as they were meant to be.
At the end of every day, we must be able to lay our heads down and be ok with the life that we lived today. Forgiveness can come from within and potentially from beyond a force we cannot comprehend. We can hope for it from others, but should never expect.
Through every crack, life grows. I think back to my life growing up in the concrete jungle. Every nook and cranny was covered with asphalt, concrete, or brick; yet, time and other natural forces would create tiny fissures in all these man made constructs. From them, new life would grow. Through these breaks, cracks, and tiny faults any person could see natural beauty begin to form if they were paying enough attention.
It is through this that we see natural beauty. It is in despair that we find solace. Only when we are driven to our weakest points, do we find strength. The world and our individual worlds are destined to be in balance and it is only from highs can we find lows and only in lows do we yearn to climb higher.
