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Baby steps

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Life is a series of baby steps, taken in tiny stumbling movements. By the time we finally learn to 'get it right', our backs are bent, hair has greyed and eyesights worn off. Tragedy, or comedy, depending how you see it. So we try hard to remember, remember why we're here on earth, why we do the things we do, say the things we say. Some seek religious escapism, trusting in a Godly figure of some kind; many cannot decide, refuse to decide, calling themselves 'agnostics', or 'discoverers',  others choose science, skeptical to the very end, and yet working so hard to 'get the facts' sorted out – except, alas, the facts are never facts, the truth is never truth – each time, something occurs – it seems real, and then that wisp of reality floats away as if in a dream. The past catches up with you so quickly, you forget you're actually living in the present, and the future, the future doesn't ever seem to make sense. So we leap before we see, trusting in empowering statements like 'Jump first, fear later', because we want to trust that by the time the fear creeps in, it's to late to pull yourself out and you have no other choice but to swim against the tide anyway. Survival's a bitch like that, it swallows you up leaving you with no choice but to be cynical.

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Or baby steps, they can be taken in pure discovery, pure wonder, choosing to feel and excavate every sensation, every breathe, every pebble with awe, opening our eyes again and again to the constant resurrection of the new world. We're living in a world and reality of deaths, yes, but we so often forget, this is also a renewing world of births. I thought it was wondrous to remind myself of that.

Shh… in the heat, the universe is telling you something.

Can't you hear?