The grand cliffs by the ocean and the smooth sand under your feet are the same thing—rocks at different stages of their lives. You don’t know what something or someone is unless you know their story.
Whose story do you wish you knew?
“Obviously, a rigid, blinkered, absolutist world view is the easiest to keep hold of, whereas the fluid, uncertain, metamorphic picture I’ve always carried about is rather more vulnerable. Yet I must cling with all my might to … my own soul; must hold on to its mischievous, iconoclastic, out-of-step clown-instincts, no matter how great the storm.”
―Salman Rushdie
What do you do to stay in touch with the teachings of your soul?
There comes a point at which the way forward seems simply impossible. The obstacles are too great, and the way too hard. You can definitely make camp and prepare for the way ahead, but at some point there is no other choice but to step forward.
What have you gotten through that felt impossible at the time?