It was a fantastic day, because it was today, and tomorrow is still to come. I ended it with a phone call to my father trying to calm the air between us a bit. As small talk diffused, his true intentions unfolded. Those include him trying to talk me out of my decisions, even though every father just wants his son to own up to a decision, just not the one they don’t want.
It also brought the thought to my mind on intuition and how important it is in my life. I am starting to wonder if it ties in with the divine, or it is solely made for us to use on our own. If communing to (God) helps hammer out intuition. Intuition however doesn’t sell very well. Well, do you have any experience doing X? Well, no… but its something that if im on my deathbed I will wholly regret that I never took that leap of faith and just tried giving my all. In my heart and mind, THAT is how I have found the answer to passion and what you need to be doing in this moment. Because regret fucking hurts. As a mentor of mine has said to me “Start doing shit that you love, and stop doing shit that you hate”. Concrete in my mind, standing water in others.
I had some poetry/ song lyrics I wanted to finish with, but I ran across this poem that felt more relevant, till tomorrow.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.