Jigsaw

Is there another way?

At some point, at some number, we need to pause and ask: Is this it? Is this the way?

The gauge is fear and stress. The higher the fear and stress, the more likely it’s not the way.

Or maybe it’s the other way? That’s for each of us to decipher.

A calculation I’m still calculating.

Left or right? Flip a coin and walk in the direction it tells you. Heads—left. Tails—right.

Upside down. Inside out.

It’s all a zigzag, back and forth. It’s the illusion of a straight line that brings pain to our hearts and minds.

Nothing about you is fucking straight, and in this jigsaw of a world, you want to walk a tightrope.

There is a guaranteed fall—and nothing below to catch you.

Embrace the upside down, and only then can you know what is right side up.

A Moment of Reflection

At the Hart House for an R&B concert.

I feel like I need to be here, but I’m looking for some guidance, something more than just this déjà vu feeling.

What is this?

Is there anything I need to do beyond what I’m already doing in this moment?

Simply be as you are.

I am.

Your heart.

How is your heart in this moment?

Are you happy with your choice to come to this event tonight?

I feel a little emotional when I sense this feeling.

You know the one I’m talking about?

Like I’ve been here before, or that I’m exactly where I need to be?

Is that it? Is that the story for this evening?

Listen to music and go home?

Seems like a small ending to such a big feeling, doesn’t it?

“Beauty of artists is to seek for truth. Each note is a search for truth.”

I can relate.

For me, each word is my way of searching for the truth.

Searching for the truth from within.

It’s 10:45 now. The concert’s over.

I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in a while.

I liked her energy; she naturally embodied the feminine.

Her smile shines as brightly as the ring on her finger.

The kind that lights up every room she enters.