kumquats
ten years ago, i could have spent an imagination and a half trying to dream up a path for myself, and i still wouldn't have come up with anything close to what has been.
in some ways, the despair and dizziness i am plagued with at the moment isn't so different than the way i felt then, facing an unplanned future. and i'm pretty darned proud of everything i've been a part of, accomplished, seen, and so many people i've come to know since then. so i guess i'll just have to remind myself of that every time i start to spiral into sadness--you can never know what awaits you, you can only welcome it with open arms.
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The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~ Rumi ~