It’s nerve-racking. This constant push and pull where we desperately want things to fall in place while the universe expects us to stay calm and chill. I get it. Imagine the beginning of winter; even though the landscape doesn’t offer predictability, it comes with heaven-blended browns and sweet umber caramels, a limitless array of hues to warm any skeptical heart.
I prefer listening to the other person instead of dumping my own woes, deliciously sweet strawberry custard pie to lavish fudge cakes—not because I claim to be invincible, to be objective, but because I choose to. I have this belief that the more attention we pay to the world, the more we learn about bettering ourselves.
So what if what we planned hasn’t come to fruition? Yet. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
Merril hosts at dVerse and asks us to write inspired by a line from “Possibilities,” by Wislawa Szymborska. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Prosery Monday: Possibilities @ dVerse Poets Pub