Our memory fades. Our perception changes frequently. Our hope intensifies and wanes, with the changes in our lives. Our dreams crumble, only to rebuild into solid goals, with game plans and strategic steps. We wing it or we plan ahead- either way we live our lives with certain expectations.
Our health can be fragile- but we often bounce back. Most of the time, we 'laugh in the face of danger' as Simba says. We fight off disease, build up immunity and exercise, all in order to, stay in tip top shape. Only to be toppled down by unexpected germs. Life is precarious.
We rely on another for our mental balance, as humans we crave interaction. We yearn for companionship. We are feeling very isolated, distanced, afraid to be close at this time. We forget the normalcy of aches and pains and generalize them as something worse.
We are machines, systems of function. Each interlocking and providing energy. Each synchronized to keep the machine alive. Organic and full of energy we thrive. One small flaw in the process, a cog in the machine, can shut down the harmony.
Each of us a fragile, sandcastle that with even the gentlest of waves will crumble and be reabsorbed. YET we are so strong and so stubborn- we often remain sturdy even with the strongest of waves. We are durable. We are tenacious. We are stubborn. We will endure, even this.
This situation reminds me that no matter how, tip top shape, little things can clog the system. Many things- like hopelessness, anxiety, and fear can add a lot of chaos to the machine. Maybe not as much as any bug or accident- but it shuts down certain aspects of the hole. It weakens us. So we need to stay positive and mentally fit as well.
A sandcastle
Grains intertwined, we build our endurance
Relentless against gravity
Yet a gentle rumble, can shake its core
Unsettled ground can shuffle down the structure to flat
Each grain once assembled, tries desperately to remain adhered
But they wiggle back into re-absorption
Disappearing into the vastness of grains
Simmering and Glistening
Under the light of day
Until we gather the granules
Pack them tightly
Shape them into our dreams, hopes and aspiration
Smooth the edges
and
Slowly lift the veil
Leaving the fantastical, magical semblance
of Life
We get knocked down
But we always rebuild, reshape
We grow taller
More firm in our resolve and
We remain flexible, knowing that even
with the mist of the oncoming tide
Our continuity, consistency and connection
will remain
indelible
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