Broken but breathing

You can all but laugh at the ridicilousness of it. We have no control. We toil, fight, plan, all in vain for chaos controls all.

In an instant our plans may crumble. Our world may be shattered. But these are the tests of life. The circumstances which reveal our character. The difficulties meant to be overcome. Plateus meant to be broken.

That is the price of the threshold. You thought it would come easy? You should have stayed home. The toll required is never slight. The limits are tested, and that which you thought difficult wasn’t difficult at all.

Gather your spirit. Keep your eyes fixed on the next step. Breathe. We can regain that which we have lost.

Be humble, but confident. Trust in your capacity to react. Trust your ability to do the necessary. Cast your anxieties out. We have neither need nor use for them.

You may be broken, but there is a world changing power within you. As long as there is breath. As long as there is conviction. As long as we have hope.

Accept the chaos. Flow with it.

“Few men during their lifetime comes anywhere near exhausting the resources dwelling within them. There are deep wells of strength that are never used.”
Richard E. Byrd