Running in place

I try to calculate every move with precision to make sure that all things fall into place and allow for the next move to occur seamlessly. It just seems easiest to imagine a life with constant progression towards something, anything. I’ve never been one to rest on my laurels; I don’t ever want one moment in my life to define everything about me. I would much rather have a multitude of accomplishments that span a life time. Maybe I’m wrong when I say this but I don’t think anyone ever really desires just to be still or unfilled.

I guess running into enough resistance chasing our dreams could serve as the right amount of discouragement for one to seek refuge in the past. There are occasions that despite our calculating and the careful placement of our steps, our plans are never set in motion. It’s like we tip over the first domino waiting for the subsequent chain of events to take place, only to realize that the placement of each domino is set to far apart for anything to really happen. It’s exhausting to constantly pound the pavement and still remain running in the same place. What’s more exhausting is having no real measure of progress despite all the energy exerted.

But maybe that’s the challenge, with every new target there will be twice the barriers then that of our previous goal/target. Of course it would be easiest if met with little resistance but then where is the thrill of the chase if there’s an apparent absence of any true test of our abilities. We could easily retreat from a challenge after no progress or we can reframe our approach. Perhaps all we need is a new perspective.

I don’t know about you but complacency just doesn’t fit me. I’m ready to stop running in place and start leaving a trail from where I currently find myself. It’s our choice to let that resistance get the best of us or start pushing back.