Sometimes I choose not to actively cut ties. These days, the laces just seem to come undone on their own. But that doesn’t mean they are forever loosened. Something needs to happen in order for them to form a pretty bow once again. I know who I’d like to be tied up with. It seems so obvious and so plausible. But I’ve thrown out my line and have not heard back yet. I cannot do anymore than I’ve already done. It’s just not possible. I’ve exhausted my options. My running shoes are completely worn out. And that’s okay. I found a new track to run on. And it’s big enough for two. When it’s time to run together.
We’re all striving for our own version of freedom, whether it be in this life or the next. There’s some loose ends that will never be tied up, yet we don’t seem to mind as we run away from the ties that bind us. We’ll find what we need to feel secure somewhere else. I just think I was lassoed in a long time ago. I’m fine with that. There’s suddenly no reason to be in any sort of rush for anything to manifest. It just will when it’s ready to.
Maybe we’re meant to win this race after all.
Better not say too much more.
I don’t want to jinx anything when the starting pistol has yet to go off.