I’m holding a thread in one hand that connects to my future (as yet unwritten) and another that stretches throughout my past in the other.
These two threads are connected to each other. They are one single thread that runs from my front hand to beneath my feet to my back hand.
The infinite tight rope that I am confidently but carefully walking along.
The game, if it can be called a game, is to hold each of the threads lightly and firmly but not be drawn too far into the thread of the future nor of the past.
The game, as it is, is to enjoy each step on the tight rope, knowing that these steps are possible because of the existence of this thread, without being pulled off the tight rope by my obsession with the impossible tasks of solving the past or dreaming the future.
The game is to be right here.
In this step.
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