What good is an epiphany if I don’t act on it in my life? What good is a sudden realization if I don’t absorb it fully? Why practice self-reflection if I won’t accept what I come to know about myself? Why desire change in my life if I won’t actually go through the work? Why seek answers if I ask the wrong questions? And why even bother with anything if I won’t spend the time to listen?
We were never promised the moon or the stars, never promised an easy path. We were never guaranteed success or a fair start, charitable neighbors or a kinder humankind. We arrive here as light travelers and leave here carrying baggage in our hearts; only we know, truthfully, how we left the landscape behind us.
And what good is a landscape if I don’t paint it as walk? Leaving colors of despair overshadowed by hope and loneliness paired with laughter. There would be growth blooming from self-reflective pools with birds flirting with epihanous skies.
I would leave it all behind me, drops of paint as I walk past, made up words tossed along as easily as love for life. I wasn’t ever promised the moon and stars. I prefer it that way. What else would my landscape meet along the horizon at the close of my day if I held the moon and stars in my pocket? No, they belong in the sky glowing a promising blue and meeting up with my life when it’s ready to align itself with them.
And this is good.