The more I have tried to restrict myself, the more life has pushed me. In terms of limits- be it geographical or inner. And each push has demanded a lot of pull from within. With each push it bombarded my assumptions and with each pull I busted my own tyranny.
And finally what it leaves me with? A better view.
Everytime.
Yes, each time after the storm has passed, it is unexceptionably lovely to
see my wrecked barge wobbling on the waves- a soggy body, drenched in water and blood. And I
record on my timeline- I survived that too.
This journey of journeys has become so gratifying because
I see that there is no way I wouldn’t have undertaken it. Even if I chose not to, this
nasty woman called Life had been stretching her arms with a baton up my arse.
There is so much peace in adventure….
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