| No man is an island, entire of itself. Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea...or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee. ~John Donne |
Like an accelerating jet, and the wheels just picked up off the runway. Thrust back against the seat. Clenching the armrest as if to hold onto the last piece of earth as it sails away.
Up in the air, thoughts no longer count, it's down to hope and fear.
Pausing to grasp the situation we suddenly realize who we love.
What certain people mean to us.
Who we are.
Nodding off... dreaming starts. Goals set. Plans made. Fists pounded. Lucidity minus nuance.
An aggressive jolt immediately welcomes reality. All accounts took place where no one took witness.
What outcome now prevails depends on how often the voice of survival wins.
Moving forward requires action. And discipline.
If you only make plans to prepare for the reaper when he is in sight he will greet you sooner than you are ready.
So do your training - however you can - to achieve your goals. Fill your life with meaning.
Be what you can as best as you can as fast as you can.
Spend time remembering stoicly, to the point of possible pants-pissing, why you're so paranoid of any thing that can expose your weakness's.
And when time is made to act, seize with every ounce of opportunity it affords.
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| December 2009, Waunakee, WI Smile for the camera |
