What do one do when what you want, what you need just simply doesn’t exist in your reality? Like a rubiks cube who’s confetti covered sides still need infinite turns away, up and over, around and around before all colors are to find their match, to come together as whole. The true test is when there are rows and rows of red, yet to secure that last corner red piece, you must break up rows an rows of red that have seemed to have found their place, they are good, just waiting for the last bits to fall into place. Yet, for that red to be whole, it must once again bring in the other colors, to separate and twist away from that that it knows is it’s own, to move away and allow green and blue and yellow to take residence in it’s space, in order to find it’s way back to true red, full red. Moving with trust, moving this way only because it knows it’s the only way.
But the rub, the trick is…stray too far, take one click left too far, bring in one wrong blue, and your seemingly solid red is once again, fractured, lost and alone among that which is not it’s own with no way back to itself. So it takes risk, it takes turning away, completely annihilating that comfortable place that is ‘almost wholeness’ in order to have the hope to bring it back fully. To become solid red. All this, required, yet without any guarantee, all without ultimate risk that red will be lost in a confetti sea for ever.
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