Amongst uncertainty
The legendary Bob Dylan song asks, “How
many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man?” I guess that is a
question that comes to mind at certain times, even so, uncertain times of
difficulty and adversity.
Then I think of the many roads I have
walked down for which my manliness has been met with doubt, many that have left
me wondering about how each day comes and goes with the battle against
helplessness, abandonment, and incapacity, whilst striving to exhibit agency
and autonomy.
There is a pressing of issues that
demand attention towards which for now there is little resource to meet, yet
one is persuaded that the momentary unpleasantness will give way to the better
of life and expectation.
In the wind
Hardships that visit to lay markers
down in the stories we get to tell, each time we pray we are not exhausted by
prevailing circumstances much as we are comforted by the encouragement and
support of those who hold us dear.
It belies one’s fragility that the
outward appearances of stoicism are just that, there is much strength and there
is weakness, good fortune, favour, and blessing are the buoys of hope that carry
us along that we do not sink into despair or despondency. Sometimes, you wish
for just a miracle and then even the normal course of events are miracles in
and of themselves.
The answer is blowing in the wind, I
guess to feel that realisation, you need to be out where the wind is blowing
and not have your hat blown off.
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