breakthrough

It’s a mental sacrifice, a laying down of points of view. Perspectives are exchanged. Both sides experience loss; both experience gain.


My sweat reminds me of the endlessly futile state of my thoughts and the broken state of my body. It reminds me that the spirit is eternal. Physically dead, but spiritually alive. Each breath evokes a different memory from the day.

When life is your teacher, the learning is constant, the mental demand straining. She has taught me many new things; and only when I come here, to this place of sweat and physical exhaustion, can I process a fraction of it.

1 day. 24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. So much passes through one day that it would take a whole year to process a single day’s every detail.

“For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by…”

I look across the river. The city lights speak of new words, new faces, new tastes, a new world that I am I just now beginning to experience. And here I am, learning from life, inhaling and exhaling to the rhythm of the day.

The rhythm of mental sacrifice, of laying down my point of view, of exchanging perspectives, and of enduring the gifts of loss and of gain.
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