It is both fair gift and common curse; these steps we take. Our uncertainty itself fuels our most serious attentions. The surety of failure should we remain stagnant creates the determination to proceed. One step. And another. Footsteps echo our progress and reflect the vibrancy of our intentions. Our hearts are lightened by the heroics of our fellows, for we are not alone. We watch for each other. Tales are told along the way to allay our fears and wisdom is shown in what is spoken and, more importantly, what is not.
And when the sun breaks through every now and then, we enjoy a brief respite of a pleasure born of our pained ploddings.
Then we finally arrive: emerging scarred but not broken. Changed. Better. And we find that after spending all those years looking down the trail for the riches of our destination; that the journey itself was perhaps our reward all along.
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I love this in every way, Rand. Beautiful prose, fantastic illustration. Love it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful surprise seeing your words. Thank you!
DeleteSomebody said that a met need is no longer a motivator, so we have to keep looking down the trail at what we want to accomplish. Sometimes I get tired of telling myself to enjoy the journey though. I like your ideas about artists being stirrer uppers. When we're doing that, who's looking at the trail? :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda! "Enjoying the journey" certainly is a toughie at times. :o)
DeleteIntuitively I thought that you and I were meant to "know" each other. After reading this I'm certain of that.
ReplyDeleteKristy! Thanks for the nice words.
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