It's funny how it changes.
How you can sit and stare at your convictions, hold them in your tired, cupped hands, only to watch them slip through your weakened fingers like water. And what amazes you even more, perhaps, is the complete absence of desire to try and capture them, to regain some sort of stronghold over what you thought mattered most.
Because somewhere, in the tiny, wet beads that remain, hopefully, lies something better. A little less certain, a road not quite as traveled, but with the promise of a pool at the end, an entire body of water, waiting, just for you.
6 comments:
letting go of convictions doesn't always means giving up, sometimes it means growing up (in a good way).
Well, letting go of convictions, is in itself a kind of conviction, isn't it?
There are so many variables to our lives - we simply cannot ascertain them all, and sometimes, as we change, so do they - so in that sense our ideals are like moving targets.
The key, I suppose, is to be brave enough to dive in having deemed the waters clear, yet cautious enough to tote our life-jackets and rocket flares.
Finding a nice "buoy" to hang onto is often what we swim towards... but dem waters be choppy more often then not.
The Here and Now is our lighthouse.
I think we've had just about enough water lately! ;)
I hear that.
I miss you too! :)
You sometimes need to let go of convictions to move forward.
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