The Support of the Universe
Today feels quiet in a different way. Not because there is nothing to do, but because a hope is once again postponed. At this stage of life, I begin to understand something that is difficult to accept, not everything we carefully prepare happens exactly when we want it to.
I am someone who tends to be stubborn. I force situations, push beyond my own limits, believing that results will follow effort. But reality does not always work that way. There are things that, no matter how hard I push, simply do not move. And when that happens, what remains is not just exhaustion, but also a sense of emptiness, as if all efforts amount to nothing.
Today is supposes to be important. A step I have prepare for. I do everything I can, arrange everything within my control. Yet still, there are small obstacles. Things beyond my power, things I cannot stop or fight.
In the past, I become angry. Or I force myself to move forward despite the circumstances. But now, I choose to pause… and accept. That does not mean I give up.
I am learning that life is not about forcing everything to go according to plan, but about reading the signs, knowing when to move forward, and when to wait. There are times to run, and there are times to stop, so I do not fall further. Perhaps this is not the moment. Perhaps the universe is delaying, not denying.
And perhaps, behind all of today’s obstacles, there is a form of protection I do not yet understand.
I am still moving forward, slowly, but not stopping.
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