Soft II

The adventure is well and truly underway. What has come before has long been forgotten. There is only one step, and it’s the next one.

An adjustment of course. Once again exposing one’s limited capacity. As soon as language barriers exist we come to remember how little we truly understand.

I’m walking, soaked and cold. Angry at how soft years of driving have made me. The bread, dry and bare, reminds me that up until now I have induldged in more than is necessary.

The labour, hard and humbling. What little ego remains is quickly annihilated. I lean into it. There is only ever one way; the hard way.

There is potential, but I try and ignore it. Do not allow the mind to wonder into endless possibilites. Remain present. Accept your fate. Do the thing that’s in front of you. Take the next step.

There is room for compassion. Kindness takes great courage. There is no room for softness. Only the hard. Only the strong.

Exposed and vulnerable; willing to fail. The pressure is a priviliege. Breathe it in. Experience all of it. The good, the bad, the unmentionable.

Ambition is the thief of joy. There is only the next thing. There is only this labour.

La joie est dans le travail.