A bit more than a year ago I wrote pretty much the same thing that I was going to write tonight.
Go ahead and read that first. I’ll wait. (If that link doesn’t work, just search this site for “Breaking Strain” and you’ll find it. And please let me know that the link doesn’t work – how can I fix it if no one tells me it’s broken?)
Interesting to see the concept, desire for, and borderline desperate need at times for pillow forts. I had thought that particular recurring theme was recent, but everything old is new again apparently.
I’m thinking about this gem from Kipling tonight in terms of expectations, dreams, desires, reality, and hopes.
The juxtaposition of gratitude for what I have, the recognition of how much worse it could be, and the desire for what I dream of.
The memory of passions past, the despair of passions lost, the lust for passions regained.
Those are some nasty little three-ways to be caught betwixt and between!
As Kipling reminds us, we don’t just fail…
Abide the twin damnation-
To fail and know we fail.
…unlike the inanimate stuff we build with, we KNOW we fail!
In spite of being broken,
Because of being broken
May rise and build anew
Stand up and build anew.
…we try again.
A year ago I said, “We’re badasses! Even when we don’t think we are.”
I wonder now just how much thinking is involved. It’s not the brain, it’s the heart. It’s not the body, it’s the soul. We’re badasses not when the world knocks us down, but when we get back up anyway.
Get some sleep. Hug someone you love if they’re there with you. Think about someone you love and smile if they’re not there with you.
Tomorrow morning stand up and build anew.