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"Let-go means no competition, no struggle, no fight … just relaxing with existence, wherever it leads. Not trying to control your future, not trying to control consequences, but allowing them to happen … not even thinking about them. Let-go is in the present; consequences are tomorrow. And let-go is such a delightful experience, a total relaxation, a deep synchronicity with existence."

Osho

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Sometimes life is hard. 
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I know I’ve got it good. I am reminded.
every
single
day.
My life is amazing. Truly. 
But sometimes, the physical manifestations of growth. Of shedding a cocoon. Of emerging from a chrysalis, spreading my damp wings for the first time, feeling the euphoric pumping of oxygen through news vessels,
sometimes,
that’s hard.
The muscles are weak and cramped.
Your heart aches with the heavy load. 
.
But
    Sometimes
.
Sometimes you take a bike ride out into the late afternoon sun. 
Sometimes you ride over rubble and broken tiles discarded from some forgotten development project.
Sometimes the road opens up and the gently rolling green hills make you forget you’re in the desert.
Sometimes you find a dirt path and you pedal back and forth weaving your way through bumps and cracks in the dried earth. 
Sometimes you stop to pee and you notice the bright purple of wild Iris.
Sometimes the moon shines down on the city so bright and so big you feel as though it must’ve been painted by some great artist.
Sometimes, 
after a long bike ride, 
you find yourself seated on the couch with freshly fried chicken and green beans sauteed in garlic and olive oil and you watch Kentucky beat West Virginia. 
even though you didn’t really care who won.
and you remember, 
that amidst all of the flashes of hot red anger,
and cold dark heaviness, 
and loss, 
and the empty feeling of powerlessness,
and futility, 
and endlessly climbing up hill.
       after hill
               after hill
                        after hill
                                 after hill
that your legs are strong. and so are your heart and mind. 
and you spread your wings. 
and you fly. 

Sometimes life is hard. 

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I know I’ve got it good. I am reminded.

every

single

day.

My life is amazing. Truly. 

But sometimes, the physical manifestations of growth. Of shedding a cocoon. Of emerging from a chrysalis, spreading my damp wings for the first time, feeling the euphoric pumping of oxygen through news vessels,

sometimes,

that’s hard.

The muscles are weak and cramped.

Your heart aches with the heavy load. 

.

But

    Sometimes

.

Sometimes you take a bike ride out into the late afternoon sun. 

Sometimes you ride over rubble and broken tiles discarded from some forgotten development project.

Sometimes the road opens up and the gently rolling green hills make you forget you’re in the desert.

Sometimes you find a dirt path and you pedal back and forth weaving your way through bumps and cracks in the dried earth. 

Sometimes you stop to pee and you notice the bright purple of wild Iris.

Sometimes the moon shines down on the city so bright and so big you feel as though it must’ve been painted by some great artist.

Sometimes, 

after a long bike ride, 

you find yourself seated on the couch with freshly fried chicken and green beans sauteed in garlic and olive oil and you watch Kentucky beat West Virginia. 

even though you didn’t really care who won.

and you remember, 

that amidst all of the flashes of hot red anger,

and cold dark heaviness, 

and loss, 

and the empty feeling of powerlessness,

and futility, 

and endlessly climbing up hill.

       after hill

               after hill

                        after hill

                                 after hill

that your legs are strong. and so are your heart and mind. 

and you spread your wings. 

and you fly. 

sharmander:

there’s beauty in the breakdown

sharmander:

there’s beauty in the breakdown

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"There are times when personal experience keeps us from reaching the mountain top and so we let it go because the weight of it is too heavy. And sometimes the mountain top is difficult to reach with all our resources, factual and confessional, so we are just there, collectively grasping, feeling the limitations of knowledge, longing together, yearning for a way to reach that highest point. Even this yearning is a way to know."

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i&#8217;m trying. 

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i’m trying. 

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