Over the years I’ve learned that when anything around you seemed overwhelming,
you have 2 choices – The escape, or the encounter.
Very quickly though, I learned the illusion.
You really don’t have a choice.
Life will call on you, to rise to the occasion.
You don’t back off into your hiding. You don’t escape.
I learned; to work my ass off, happily. I don’t know how that happened.
I learned; that you don’t complain, because you are yet to know what existence has for you on the other flip-side of reality.
I learned; that it was never the answer of – I don’t know;
It was the question, how can I come to know?
It was never – it cannot be done;
but a question of, how can it be possible?
You don’t groan, moan, blame, neither beat yourself up in self-pity.
You don’t have time for a freaking emotion. You just got to get going.
I learned; how to stay unshaken, frighten at times,
but somehow finding my ground to stay unshaken.
I learned; that when it got tougher, you had to get sharper.
I learned; that details mattered. You don’t miss the details. You make every effort to learn about the details.
You watch your breath as you keep vigil. Sleep became an enemy.
I learned; to be there for another and how that showed me what it meant to be a force and a strength,
only to evoke the other to live their strength.
I learned to rise to the occasion because I knew what was at stake –
either that sense of freedom, somewhat sovereign and infinite…
or I fall into an opportunity of betraying me, for a compromise.
I learned that life will always place you right where you are meant to be,
so it may use all of you, for its highest of glory.
Thus, rising to the occasion,
is really the occasion of you rising.
Such is the demand of every moment.