Think, then Ride.
Silence is a virtue until it becomes a curse. Patience is a virtue until it becomes a crutch.
Here we are, ripping off the bandaid. The compress of silence, gauze of indecision. The shhhh-dom of typing fingers that trickled up to the mind. The numbness of scrolling that pierced through true liberty.
For five hundred and fifteen days, the ideas hid themselves behind blinking cursors and blaring headlines, words better said, unsaid, thoughts replaced with concepts, concepts reinvented with distractions. A series of diversions and intrusions on who, what, where, and how it should all exist.
Alas, I woke up this morning feeling liberated, light - ready. Ready, from the PIE root, reidh, “to ride.” Ready to ride the waves between what we know and what we do not, between what we can control, and what we cannot.
Silence is a virtue until it becomes a curse. Patience is a virtue until it becomes a crutch.
It has become far too easy to lean on both, too convenient to simply focus elsewhere. The job, the kid, the news, the other. The reality is, though, that without our minds, our voices, our thoughts, we cannot exist - we do not exist.
In times of tumult we need to anchor first, then swim. Dig, then build. Think, then ride. In the words of Dierks Bentley:
Thanks for your beautiful words. They resonated deeply.