I’m lost in a sea of fatigue, tired, hyped up
in the drama and chaos of life that’s not inherently
dramatic or chaotic, it just happens, and then we choose
to label it some way. I scream No, sometimes literally,
often on the inside, a hollow deathly tone
that reverberates through my cells. I need grit.
The grand lesson, in a concerto of lessons,
is how to transform a No into a Yes. A bold, bright Yes,
with rhythm and groove. Perhaps that comes from wanting,
from the decision to surrender, to no longer resist what is,
to trust things always work out, ease into the present moment,
the awareness it’s all we have and maybe, just maybe,
it’s sacred. And that, surely, is something to say Yes to.