Today is one of those days... breathless, all in, laid out, stretched to the limit, every chip on the table awaiting an inevitable outcome already written in the cosmos, but yet to be revealed.
...will there be success or failure?
And that’s the point, isn’t it? If we already knew the final plan it would be pretty much uneventful, wouldn’t it? I mean... the thrill wouldn’t last if successful, and the resolve to try try try again would be swept away in a sea of aloofness if we failed.
I have such an event today, and I’m admittedly anxious. This is one of those times when I’m utterly committed ~ win lose or draw ~ and equally terrified of failure as desperate for success. And yet here I am, momentarily trapped in that monumental space of the unknown ~ the mystical gap between could be and will be.
We’ve all been there. Anxious, confused, absurdly willing to compromise cherished principles for reward ~ oddly trapped in the belief we are doomed for ultimate failure in everything we do.
But if we stop there, if we give up the attempt by remembering only the pain of past failures, then we ARE hopelessly doomed.
Don’t stop, don’t cheat yourself out of that bright shining electrifying moment of success that comes with real soul satisfying rewards just when all else seemed hopeless. Faith and resolve in your inner strengths will also be ultimately rewarded... but it starts with the resolve to give all in the face of past failures. That in and of itself is the ultimate trophy.
