There is a thing, but it is just a thing. It’s one of many things which are like drops of water that have combined to flow as a river. Still this is a big thing.
Yet aren’t they all big things? Every toe stub, every fall, every tear that falls seems to be a big thing in the moment of their arrival. We focus on the droplet and bitch about its temperature as if it is the only droplet in the river. It is the thing after all, the very thing we’ve been dreading and the very thing we’ve tried to avoid.
Damn, I’ve been so stupid. I’ve spend so much of my life so focused on the droplet that I’ve failed to see the river. So much time has been focused on the wounds that I’ve missed the healthy parts. What the hell have I been doing? Wasting my time with fools and frailty has caused me to sacrifice the only thing that has ever truly mattered.
No, for now on I’ll revel in the soreness just as I bask in the comfort. The sadness will be let go just as the joy will be. I will swim and laugh and enjoy the river and honor each and every drop as equal parts of the same stream. I will fucking love it all, even the parts I detest the most.
Ultimately there is a thing and we all have it in common. We live and in that life we will die. What we do with the thing is our choice, and how we do it is our power.
Yeah, I love this thing.