"Bridle in the Mire"
The bridles are tight on our foreheads and the cold steel is wedged in between our teeth. We are always told to not bite off more than we can chew, but it’s never mentioned that we can chew the bit; that fits in the mouth just fine. On the wrong sustenance it doesn’t take much pressure to bend one’s will. Just a jerk on the reins is all it takes to turn one towards the sinking submission of compromise and unfulfilled potential.
Any worthwhile end is inevitably going to begin as too much, too big, too soon. The natural temptation is to play it safe and avoid mistakes. We fail to see the steps on the stairs leading up, so we look for alternatives instead of parceling it out to make the route. The way to liberation must inherently be taken in stages. It is not a sprint, it is an act of endurance. On such a long path this is the only way. There is no time for excuses or our own self-deceptions as to why something cannot be done or why we must settle for less. That mentality weighs us down, what we need is to be nimble to climb up and out.
Our world is one set up as a muddy pit. A quicksand of false perceptions. We sink slowly through life as we further weigh ourselves down with doubt, debt, propriety, and insecurity. Yes, we all wear the bridle too. It is an inescapable fact of existence for social creatures, but the hand holding the reins is invisible. Our servitude is only to illusion. The weight that pulls us down can be cut away if we narrow our focus and put our energies towards each anchor in its own turn. Don’t confuse being methodical with being slow, only panic makes us think the quicksand is faster than it is. Time moves as a constant, so focus.
Only with effort do we lighten our restraints, thus maneuvering becomes possible, but to get out of the pit we need coordination and culmination, not stagnation and distraction. Freeing one leg can cause the other to become further embedded. Each effort needs to be a new footing to free ourselves further and climb higher out of the pit. There is no point in trying to take off the bridle if we are still weighed down at the ankles. Reach down and cut away before reaching up. We must use the tools we have and do what we can. Build systematically in layers, only then can we leave the quicksand. With some luck maybe we can spit out the bit as well and leave the bridle in the mire.
Any worthwhile end is inevitably going to begin as too much, too big, too soon. The natural temptation is to play it safe and avoid mistakes. We fail to see the steps on the stairs leading up, so we look for alternatives instead of parceling it out to make the route. The way to liberation must inherently be taken in stages. It is not a sprint, it is an act of endurance. On such a long path this is the only way. There is no time for excuses or our own self-deceptions as to why something cannot be done or why we must settle for less. That mentality weighs us down, what we need is to be nimble to climb up and out.
Our world is one set up as a muddy pit. A quicksand of false perceptions. We sink slowly through life as we further weigh ourselves down with doubt, debt, propriety, and insecurity. Yes, we all wear the bridle too. It is an inescapable fact of existence for social creatures, but the hand holding the reins is invisible. Our servitude is only to illusion. The weight that pulls us down can be cut away if we narrow our focus and put our energies towards each anchor in its own turn. Don’t confuse being methodical with being slow, only panic makes us think the quicksand is faster than it is. Time moves as a constant, so focus.
Only with effort do we lighten our restraints, thus maneuvering becomes possible, but to get out of the pit we need coordination and culmination, not stagnation and distraction. Freeing one leg can cause the other to become further embedded. Each effort needs to be a new footing to free ourselves further and climb higher out of the pit. There is no point in trying to take off the bridle if we are still weighed down at the ankles. Reach down and cut away before reaching up. We must use the tools we have and do what we can. Build systematically in layers, only then can we leave the quicksand. With some luck maybe we can spit out the bit as well and leave the bridle in the mire.