April 2013
Impossible.
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A word I kept saying about this month. Each day of April could’ve been characterized as a candle burning from two separate ends that just never seemed to burn out. An impossible predicament with an urgent flame biding my attention.
These types of months remind me I’m alive, at the same time reminding me of my own mortality and human frailty.
In April the world saw incomprehensible terror all over the world, some closer to home than many wished. My small problems find there way down to the bottom of the pile of “things” that are more important in the world that bide our attention.
With each moment I found myself in a slight daze as the ‘flame’ grew closer to my hand.
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I found myself stopping to watch the world around me for just a split second and bask in the surreality of the moment. I woke each morning marveling in the impossibility of yesterday.
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The good thing about “yesterday’s” is that there’s always a tomorrow, even a today. The impossible ‘yesterday’ gave way for a possible ‘tomorrow’ and a ‘today’ that bade our attention with an open hand.
Sometimes I find myself in the impossibility of yesterday instead of the promise of today. A promise that together, we can make things better.
The impossible just doesn’t feel that impossible anymore, and the possible is just around the corner.
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I promise.
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