Tethered

You wait for things to happen as though you are somehow tethered to them. As though they create stability and pull you through time, into the future. You cast your line out and your hook takes hold of things – waking up at 7 am everyday; coffee with a friend Wednesdays at 3 pm; the digital edition of your community paper Thursdays at 10 am; dinner with mum Sundays…etc.

All of these lines cast out, and sunk deep into their targets, only when you reel you do not pull them in but rather it pulls you toward them…moving you in time.

You cast again and again and movement becomes purpose and purpose becomes meaning. It is all very comforting.

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