We fear far better than we comprehend our might.
I took West my walk today, to be nigh the Sun as she dies behind the lime prairie. The East with its darker dominion presses a blue-violet engulf and nothing can tempt me thence hath not warmer magnanimity than even a failing Winter Sun, that toppling at last hath brought down with her wan, sections of oblivion’s curtain, shaking to attention the Eastern sentry Stars. Her lamenting vapoury aids assemble, and the woeful fray permits my furtive ascension upon the lavender smears to make a smuggled and diffident escape through tangerine tears, and survive a principle legacy;
that is to shine irreverently and unconditionally with all thy worldly might, a blinding and suffuse benevolence upon all beings and their conduct, just and unjust alike, before the night, as surely it will, envelops us all.
Unless they are aligned with your own hopes and pursuit of a truthful, just and purposeful existence consigned by Natures ordinance, be absolved of your need to carry another’s heavy expectations. More so, abandon those of your own forming you would dutifully hoist upon your bowed shoulders by some misled sense of import. There is too great an expense attached to the enterprise. Though indeed a stout man, in honour and action, and accepting all things under Creation’s gentle regulation are reconciled, knowing thus there is no challenge or change in this world you are not fit to bear, remember still; you are but a man.
Grant yourself leave to fail, to miss, to hold back, make another run when at full might, when the fires of presence once more your vessels rumble, and the winds of opportunity, blowing aims direction again press at your back; to have an ordinary day; unheroic and un-accomplished: It is sufficient, with what vigour resides in you that does not reach or strive to answer impossible notions, to just be.