The Middle

When one is in the middle- of an argument, a happy moment, of something important, a decision..

Being in the middle is fleeting yet feels like time itself has paused. Questions of do we come out of this? Is there a right decision? Will I ever be able to find a way to the ending?

Will I survive this part? What will the future hold? More questions than answers. One knows truly in their heart what they want, however the mind-heart problem struggles with one another.

To breathe, to lean into the middle and let it pass is easier said than done. Many prayers have been tossed full throttle into the heavens of our choice, begging for that ending. Anxiously awaiting the arrival of time.

Our higher power laughs every time, because the answers, the outcome is always on its way. So why do we fight our lives persistently? Why hold onto to the fact of a beginning, middle and ending of decisions, phases of life, relationships, careers etc?

Because as humans we were given a birth, we know there is a death. The middle is what we have to hold on to. It is the only part that we make our own lives happen- or do we?