I will fail. I have. I will hurt You. I have and, without intention, will again. I am flawed, as are we all. The Sun will bless us with its warmth, giving color to our ashen flesh, though Clouds too will cover the landscape. We will dance and know weightlessness, then trip, our being shattering from the heavy tumble. There is no escape from trial and tribulation. Just the same, we will have our glorious debut.

There is no conundrum;
The search for perfection is a dunces errand. Constant focus on past transgressions serves as the main ingredient in the recipe for stunted growth. Living in the past stifles our opportunity to Love now.

Knowledge being the fools gold of the author whose pages we thumb, sure of little, I am certain we have no answers. Despite desperate attempts from uncountable, self designated “authorities”, there is no perfect playbook. There is only our opportunity, at this moment, to do the very best we can given our insufficient understanding of… all of this.

I do not come claiming to have answers, only hypotheses based on genuine hope and desire. I posses no mythical degree, simply a voice with which to contemplate Mysteries we will never understand in this life. I am just a human being with an opportunity to do better now. I am grateful for that chance.

Loving hard is a sword with the magical quality of countless edges, many of them too sharp to dull. Nonetheless, I would rather endure the cuts than have never touched the blade.

Learning and a continual work in progress,

WJN

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