Sliding

I’m on a slope, sliding.

Falling, almost. To what? towards what?.....it remains uncertain.

I am aware, all too well of my existence, I have lived more days than I have left to live.

Yet life itself, is ignorant of me. It knows not, it cares not, for wishes and desires. It’s course, like a river, large and strong, will not be deterred.

My insignificance to it’s course, it’s strength, is a sobering thought. I have no choice, as it pulls me towards tomorrow without compassion.

However, I have learned, that rather than fighting against what is inevitable, to steer my course within the river that is life. That wherever my future lies, I may live it in the manner that I choose.

Mostly.

The lack of control over most things can and will alter where my life leads. Learning to roll with what could only be described as diversity is a difficult lesson.

Blunt force does not usually work.

Rather, I find that a multitude of small steps can and will put me where I hope to be.

Patience grasshopper, patience.