What challenges us can also be what keeps us grounded. We’ve each been thrown into a situation of mass sobering. The urgency with which we reach within our depths to pull out all stops has become a lifeline to lucidity. Prepping those breaks hasn’t quite been some big wave surfer’s Pipelinedream. Rooting in agility is a true form of rooting for our own longevity. In exchange for being down and dirty, we can claim our elevation through resurrection. For it’s only through the mire that we receive real transformation. One is not as famously admired minus the grief. We have to have overcome that unsurmountable intensity. In any time of personal to a global crisis, refining gravity is the gamble to churn sums of the unlikely to fugliness creating vital steam. Where we shake the heaviness so powerfully that we end up completely loosening the weight is this way of critical thinking. Humanity’s core is guided by such awakenings.
We should all live as though someone is writing a book about us. ~J.R. Rim
One’s most eternally consequential clue is related to who you are being. Explaining importance will never be the same as the influential tone of roaring in the director’s seat. You must want a solution in order to appreciate the navigation. Are you a sidelines spectator or the wildcard winning entry? Driving ourselves to perform in these times of isolation includes pivotal risks. What’s yet unwritten in history signals ripples for your opportunity. Defying whatever menace that’s trying to drop us in the dumps might markedly be the magic pulse for how we choose to sink our teeth toward soaring. When I’m submerged inside illumination that feeling of manifesting an Unstoppable tempo is easier to chase. Herein, shaking our resources tree is the gallop for leading. The candidates to emulate wrangle ambition as much as you and me. Whilst it’s the spray from their success you can use to trace your aptitude for an epiphany.
Exhilaration has always taken up a numero uno space amongst my synaptic pathways. I’m grateful its fountain isn’t the mythical one of youth. Instead, the inception for my momentum to follow the felicity that springs originates as readily as children have maintained infinitely aplenty. We’re surrounded by motivation if we kindly process it that way. I see someone flying over the ocean and I want to be her. I watch those floating through clouds or space and remember that rate of sweet speed the time I lept through the sky. One’s surge is likely to be as a muscle developed. You should not expect All the Bright Places to show up without the domination of playing with both aspects of fire: burn and brilliance. The darkest detainments can still offer you sight. Even mingling in the sludge of a swamp has shining if you know where to look between all that’s hiding. Since forevermore there will be stakes to surmount is why invariably courage awaits to cultivate, polish, enhance, and advance!
The times I’ve been pulled under by any amount of strain are too large a number to bother to spell out. Top this with the current everyday brute force of humanity’s crisis-filled frightful messaging bombardment. Then, add the fact that it’s been less than four weeks from the announcement of COVID-19 as a pandemic that my relationship to its compass has swiftly moved from second to first tier. Meaning, it started with me finding out I only knew people linked to another in their own circle who were infected. Presently, I just found out that I’m personally acquainted with a soul transiting the virus (luckily climbing out of its other side alive). Distilling your ability for upgrades doesn’t have to be huge. Titration is one of my new favorite words. It’s about dosing in tiny increments. Think, taking one stress at a time to work on purifying its tweak. It’s the kind of term I wish we’d had positioned for us all along our surviving.
It’s merely the hope of a swell I envisage to filter from all of my ghastly gazings. What portrays as grave you can prove to be profound. We can pulverize what is vicious to turn it into virgin fuel for kindling. Now, as critical as ever, is our time to blaze. The Pacific reflects her patience upon me in my daily quarantine. I so look forward to greeting her reverently. She’s put up with a lot from all of us on this planet traditionally. Not once has she really stopped to complain. We’ve sensed her emotions ~ rage, anger, grief, and even shame. But she’s not given up on us. We owe her the same: with how we treat her and thereby handling ourselves. Cleansing the multitude of creepy-crawler duresses takes some lobbying. Go boldly to note that oftentimes your feet don’t have to remain on the floor for you to obtain great heights. Unapologetically angling yourself to ascend is perhaps all the upswing discretion you needed to store melodious breathing.
May your risings be ever-surprising gifts of inspiration.