it’s not the movement, it’s the motion

my big dilemma, my big question over the past century or so has been …

how is it possible to reach some measure of acceptance of who one is and what one has, while also recognizing when change is necessary? is there a crossroads where acceptance and change intersect?

i have a habit of seeing acceptance as a kind of surrender. a defeat. an acknowledgement that i have failed to live up to my hopes and expectations. And now i must work with what i have and where i am. yet that feels unacceptable to me.

I can’t accept such acceptance. things have to change, don’t they? i have to keep striving. maybe the hard part is accepting that change is not really about outcome, but more about motion, just the simple act of motion. if i can accept being in a state of motion, maybe I’ll spend less time worrying about what i am moving towards.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.

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