Thursday, January 01, 2004
Maybe letting go is more about not grabbing hold in the first place. Nothing is constant within us unless we continuously chose it. Being is not continuous choice. Being is not habit. Being is continuous trust, continuous forgiveness, continuous acceptance, continuous novelty, continuous love. I focus too often here on what it is not to live. I judge, I hate, I self inflate, I lament, I tire of it all. Enough deconstruction, it is time to build anew. The neurons have finally dislodged their tired old asynchronous connections and are itching to make some new ones guided by a marvelous little force I call life.