Stability

What fanciful lives we live pretending to secure ourselves on the earth. We buy, clamor, argue our way onto foundations. We’re trained by example and presentation about our corners of truth, our pyramids of answers, our straight placements. Our skills for pointing bricks to build stable solace are wasted. We exist in an ocean. Our rigid structures fail when our illusion of stability breaks from waves whipped by squalls. The designs of placidity created for children are disturbed. Bricks sink. To thrive we must float. On waves we must balance. To progress we must navigate. Once we’re buoyant the depths of our engulfing seas matter less. We can stare into the deep mystery without fear. We are one yet separate. We grieve the loss of those that go before us back to the unknown and we continue on our ever changing courses. If we expect to rest in towers our imaginary lives will never be. If we accept the truth of who we are and where we exist in this beautiful, terrible expanse, we may yet learn to love and be alive.