What is it in change that we are so fearful of? Why does our self-preservation instincts chose discomfort and unhappiness over change? With only one step we could turn it all around,make it better or worse, but the fear of uncertainty, the fear of failure and subsequent destruction, paralyses us and we freeze in life.
We no longer have the power to simply take calculated risks. We are controlled by an engine, we are but a tiny piece of matter necessary, or not, to keep the machine running.
Life cries out for change, sends out signals, you look around and all you see is dust accumulating, wood cracking from dryness, webs infinitely and progressively covering every tiny corner of life. But dare not perturb the annihilation of existence. Your dreams lie there, buried somewhere under the dust and the webs. What would come out and jump at you if you start digging through all the rubble to bring them out?
Sometimes we just have to open the windows and let the sun light come in. Grab all we need to get rid of whatever is covering who we are, fill the cracks., and dust! Dust of! Dust down! Dust up whoever or whatever comes in your way.
And the sun shines in…
It’s been like pulling a cork out! And last night the pressure came all up! Now I needed another week to re-settle and unwind and just be,! But will have to do with three more days instead, and in one of them a trip of 600km roughly! Well this is how life goes, no point in fighting!
I know I am going back to a changed environment and perhaps very unpleasant, but so what? I will embrace the change that life is crying out for, take that blind step into the abyss of possibility and faithfully knowing that I will land in some amazing place pregnant with discovery.