IT’S TRUE.
As I’m making my way, I am making my way.
It’s being made, not formed in the abstraction of luck, the luckless and the fated gate of timely portals.
Instead — the path that you take is the path that you make, in the founding find of yourself.
When I contemplate movement — and the emotionality of that stride — there is fear in approaching the edge of the castle of unknowing. What lies ahead, and what lies beyond that?
It is your path that has brought you here — and in all likelihood, you’ve made this way. And here you are, at the edge of the edgeless.
In that, walking on, moving into the moment of what is known, and what is unknown — these could be the things that empower the advancement.
Standing at the portal, the doors might be closed, or swinging wide, but still — you are there.
And that is the here, hearing, now. You have to go on.
Go on, then — the threading of your adventure has been unfolding — unspooling — for decades, and you’re making the next movement — now.
That tracks running behind you — they tell that story; and at this moment, it’s where you begin. Everything again.
Starting, this day — as the fortress looms ahead.
tim | NYC
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RETHINKING THINKING
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