This life seems less and less like a chess game of strategy and cunning and more like a mindful mountain climb wherein skill and care and chance play a much larger role.
As the temptation to “know” the right moves grows within, a realization of powerlessness pervades. But not in a negative or fatalistic fashion. More like that of a refreshing release; one of surrender and faith and awareness.
To spend life energy working to anticipate the next “correct” step is to sacrifice the chance of actually embracing the process and trusting in the inherent goodness of the Universe.
We train. We plan. And we learn our craft but in the moment we must act. We must step into the arena and risk pain and ridicule and failure. We must try our hand and learn from mistakes if ever we expect to achieve some semblance of peace. Some morsel of greatness.
And greatness is our true destiny. Greatness in life. Greatness in spirit. Greatness in all that we attempt with our hearts open and our minds focused.
Spread thin across myriad distractions, our focus refracts and loses its inherent powers. Powers which when trained and practice prove to be the ultimate tool and arsenal against mediocrity.
And therein lies the ultimate challenge:
To brush up against greatness as a half hearted attempt or what’s worse, to watch from afar in a comfortable seat of spectatorship?
Or to step faithfully upon the path ahead, one bit at a time ever learning along the way and adjusting. Adapting. Growing.
There is no “right” decision.
Of this I am certain.
Only that we forge ahead with heart and focus affixed upon that which truly matters.
All else is trivial pursuit.