Affinity and communication give us reality.
Blame not the candle for the shadows it casts. Blame not the driver of the trolly for adhering to the tracks. Blame not the gravity for when you fall.
When you decide to jump, don't be surprised when you land. We make our choices and must accept that life will run its course beyond that. To have and to hold. For better, or for worse.
Mistake fate for destiny at your own peril, but the two are not synonymous. Fate, by definition, is inevitable destiny, but destiny will have nothing to do with fate. The candle needs not a shadow to exist, but the shadow can not dance without its source. The tracks need not the trolly, but the trolly has no path without its rails. Gravity does not need you to jump, but you need gravity to fall.
Fifteen years ago today two tracks merged into one. Candles burned bright and two shadows danced to Van Morrison singing a song about affinity. Call it destiny or fate, call it what you will. Call us shadows because that day still seems surreal and dreamlike. We do not exist but for the candle still burning brightly and it is affinity that feeds the flame.
Today's Jazz Hands look forward to another fifteen years of candles, shadows, Van Morrison, affinity and defying gravity.
Day one-hundred and seventy-eight complete.
No comments:
Post a Comment