Why wait, work, wish, worry, and while away for a year for the sole purpose left in simply being ...if, when time for that purpose to come to fruition actually arrives...one changes from waiting, working wishing and worrying...to regretting...
...for not stepping out when the door swings open...for not deeply inhaling when the window rises and makes available the fresh air...for not accepting what God has offered...
...for not being who one is...for not simply pulling on the left-hand glove with your already gloved right hand, for not now gently squeezing that left hand on the clutch lever, lowering the toe of your right foot onto the shift lever, and experiencing that...that...oh, so unique sensation of lightly turning the right wrist at the same pace your left hand begins to open, keeping time with your left foot rising right gently, lifting from the ground to the foot peg...
...and you breathe that breath that has not been experienced for a year, and will not be experienced again for another year.
And it's hard to determine when it really begins...with the inhale (deeper than most), or the exhale...and wondering...is this the end of the waiting?... or the beginning of what your waiting was for? And the smile takes over, knowing the answer....It's both -- it's the cake and the frosting! And the flavor doesn't matter.
...for not stepping out when the door swings open...for not deeply inhaling when the window rises and makes available the fresh air...for not accepting what God has offered...
...for not being who one is...for not simply pulling on the left-hand glove with your already gloved right hand, for not now gently squeezing that left hand on the clutch lever, lowering the toe of your right foot onto the shift lever, and experiencing that...that...oh, so unique sensation of lightly turning the right wrist at the same pace your left hand begins to open, keeping time with your left foot rising right gently, lifting from the ground to the foot peg...
...and you breathe that breath that has not been experienced for a year, and will not be experienced again for another year.
And it's hard to determine when it really begins...with the inhale (deeper than most), or the exhale...and wondering...is this the end of the waiting?... or the beginning of what your waiting was for? And the smile takes over, knowing the answer....It's both -- it's the cake and the frosting! And the flavor doesn't matter.
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