Hope Waits for Our Discipline

Hope hangs in Balance, Awaiting Our Discipline... We may wonder...

Why does death come to some earlier than others. It's as though we watch death come in and take someone and we're just standing there. The void is either quick or long awaited by those suffering or a long drawn out hanging on by someone, perhaps with something.

Is the hanging on, something to say? Perhaps some prophetic message? We stand and wait. Was it supposed to be our turn? Or were we meant to witness their turn? Or not waste it?

In our existence when do we get the message? If there is a message to get, perhaps to give.

Do we give it to death or in our dying? Or are we supposed to give it in our living? Or in not the waste of living?

Every day l think of these questions or questions like these.

I witness people paying no mind to their existence. Some go into the 'wannabe' section. Neither progressing, nor moving. They remain the same, expecting others to come their way. Some do. Those which are many, remain in stagnant nature.

Few obey a dream they've had. Only to toss it and douse another's.

Fear either permits change or stagnates us. Promise can make us complacent. Yet, it shouldn't. It should give us commitment.

The discipline of commitment then brings us Hope. And when we jump on the wagon of Hope to forge ahead, it may very well be empty.

We may take the wagon alone for the ride most times an unpredictable ride.

Yet, when we observe the ride alone, even with its pitfalls the ride is rich. And that we share with nature and with our Soul. That is why we are still here in the vessel we've arrived in.----Jody-Lynn Reicher

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