At times we feel as though we are a leaf rushing through the air being swept, dropped, and itinerant without any rhyme or reason.
Our bearing is dictated by the circumstances around us, if it floods we float. As the winds gust, we soar. Where we land and how we travel are for the Gods of the Earth to decide.
And then there are stints when we feel as though we divide the rivers, move mountains and let the sun know when it may shine. We have tamed the powers from above; we have harnessed the power within us.
Is it the moment of thought that limits our power? Does it truly rest within us? Do we inherently know all the answers to all the uncertain questions? Or is it simply an illusion, trickery fashioned by the chaotic nature of life?
How can we rule the world and define our fate one minute to only become lost frantictly grasping for an anchor-point the next?
I have found that when we let fate decide, when we float down the river expecting to reach an oasis. Nothing ever happens, we end up hopelessly lost and drifting.
Yet if we believe that we control all that becomes of us, we become frustrated and discouraged; life drags us down pulling at our feet, tripping us at every turn.
The magic ensues when we realize exactly what we control and what our obligation to the world actually is.
When we understand that we only have the capability to govern our actions and our emotions. We cannot thwart the rain from falling, we can only shelter ourselves and sometimes others while we wait for it to pass.
We cannot become irritated when the chaos of life alters what we had planned nor can we just sit and wait for our dreams to appear out of thin air. We have to find a balance of influencing what we can and gracefully accept what we cannot change.
We must learn to become a leaf through the gusts that sweep us off the ground, accept where we have landed and then muster up the strength to move the mountains that are set in our path.