A day like any other day, and yet brand new in its anxiety … and promise. A desire to turn down a path that presented itself on any other day, but especially today. Why that path today, when it was always, always tomorrow, is a question for the future. Simply choosing the path is sufficient for today, watching each tentative step in fearful wonder, contemplating a first night under a new canopy of trees with a clearer view of an ebony sky exploding in stars.
It is a first understanding. In a desire to loosen the ties that bind the ancient weight to the shoulders, that weight of ego, of thoughtless, aimless routine, one must drop his own hands and search for those of another to reach behind and loosen the cords, and provide a first, weightless push down the obscure path toward a destination that is anything but obscure. Paradoxically, it is in this weakness that one ceases being a sojourner in the world, and becomes a liver of life as we were meant to become.
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