Acceptance
Clench or open? Which way is your fist? Do you accept life as it comes and experience things the open fist way? Perhaps fighting is your style. You struggle for everything that you achieve in life. Is one better? Are they the same? I don't think they are, but perhaps someone can come up with a situation in which they are. I can't think of a way currently. Now to figure out how to get youtube videos to show up on the blog...
Another thing. Thank you to those who made my pageview number skyrocket over the past day or 2. Your presence is noted and much appreciated in this blog's bleak existence.
~another musing of the ill-informed~
This reminded me of this poem. It doesn't follow your idea exactly but it's akin to it.
ReplyDeleteThe single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other.
the inspiration for this post actually came from this poem:
ReplyDeleteFor the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."
Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.