The winds of fortune do not always blow the same. There are
times when fortunes change, when the gods of chance and serendipity conspire in
mysterious ways, putting events and actions in motion to bring about a
conclusion, an outcome that at the outset seems less likely than one could
possibly fathom. The scheme seems to be more than a long shot, it’s an outright
impossibility. Like turning air into gold or network television moving away
from reality shows as its bread and butter there seems only one possible
outcome. Miraculously though, the timeline chugs along moving at a snail’s pace
with no clear end in sight, then all at once the light shines blindingly
bright, a beacon on the horizon that illuminates the entire sky, outshines the
sun, and yet even with such intensity, such vibrancy and brilliance, you can’t
help but look upon it. Beauty, true beauty beheld, not just fathomed or
imagined, but gazed upon, seen with fresh eyes and openness, the soul welcoming
the luminescence as the shadows recede from the forefront and do their best to
hide, such a thing is at best a pipedream, to most anyway. But for a very lucky
few, those committed to toil and suffer, to while away countless hours and
endure untold burdens and still greet the dawn with more than a token smile,
the ones to whom even given the most negative and terrible circumstances,
something within them stirs, something echoes and tingles, accepting and
embracing that light, that brilliance, and all at once the universe finds harmony,
the microcosm of their life settles into a careful clockwork of meticulous perfection
and there is no fear, only the inverse.
Such a thing is rare, occurring less than one time out of however
many stars there are in the sky and yet it does happen. For most it’s a dream,
the hazy fog giving away only the slightest hints of the illusion, yet for
those instances the lie is clung to so tenaciously that for most they demand it
to be real. They convince themselves that if they believe it hard enough they
can make it fact, they can actually alter reality and force their way into
making something from nothing. For others they get the real thing and they can’t
see past the microcosms of their own agendas to appreciate or recognize the
opportunity that’s staring them in the face. It’s sad but it’s true. Most of us
are too consumed by our own agendas to really acknowledge or recognize even the
smallest hint of good fortune when it’s presented. Then there is a third group,
those that disbelieve such a thing can happen, they approach it with
trepidation and denial, almost willing the winds to change once more. So with
so many options, so much ignorance and disconnection, how can anyone ever
really accept and acknowledge the good fortune they’re faced with? Is it luck? Is
it fate? Is it skill or observance? I can’t say and I won’t posit because I think
it’s such a rare and perfect storm of circumstances and events that for each
outcome the circumstances are so far different, but I will say this, when it
does happen and the opportunity is seized...even the greatest poets lost their
words, the most beautiful voices lose their sound, the most powerful law ceases
to matter, and in that instant and forever after there is nothing greater,
nothing more profound or complete than the passion that erupts and burns with
more intensity than a million stars and nothing, not time, not gravity, loss or
longing, will ever extinguish it.
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