No Place To Land
Where are we going? Does anyone really know? I used to or thought I did. I had a plan. I had my directions all mapped out. But the unexpected happened. How can the unexpected even be unexpected anymore? It happens all the time. It wasn't like the last time was the first time something we didn't count on happened or will be the last. I had a job and a home and a family and all seemed peachy. If something happened I had backup plans. I was all warm and comfy wrapped inside of my set of false assumptions. Life was good.
Now I find we're drifting through the world attached to a parachute and there is no good place to land. We're looking for a safe place to land. It is a panic sometimes. A raw cold icy look straight into the dark eyes of the unknown. But I realized this isn't me - this isn't us and it sure as hell isn't the reality of the moments we actually need to live in. This isn't what I'm about. This isn't what Life is about. What is happening to us isn't a reflection of who we are. We are still the same. We still have each other. How we look at Life was lost perhaps for awhile but not forgotten. It's reawakened now. Parachute opening.
Things aren't any different really today than they were yesterday. I'm just tired, we're all tired of feeling defeated. Sure we don't see where we are going to land. And we realize even when we thought we had things figured out - we didn't. Gravity is always pulling and wind direction is never certain but when I look up I can see the canopy. The canopy of hope and love from my wife and kids and the certainty that this world isn't about defeat. It's about handling what comes your way. It isn't the destination. It's the journey. Lead on.
So I've taken a breath. I've taken a slap in the face and turned my cheek. I've reached my hand up to my wife and kids whose hands have been reaching down, waiting for me to wake up. I find myself convincing and I know the place I'm leaving. I know that who I am is who I am - who I always have been. That man is still there. I'm still here. Who we are is who we are. We know what is real. The lies won't torture us. We know there is a parachute over us. Let gravity be gravity. We land where we land.