It's Worth It
I’ve said it and I’ll keep saying it, because I believe it.
It’s worth it.
It’s worth rust and dust. It’s worth silence and pondering, worth gripping and holding tight to. It’s worth refining your eye sight, finding clarity and identifying your goal for. Worth letting go of to let it grow. Worth a spark of magic cloaked in perseverance to see where it goes.
It’s worth it. Worth being tired and frustrated and hounded. Worth begging for another door, some other option, another way. Wracking your brain for more strategic creativity even though you’ve used up all the matches and the last one didn’t last long enough to blink.
It’s worth the discouragement, because it wasn’t supposed to look this way, but it was and it does. It’s supposed to look like this, like a fight.
And it’s worth the fight, because there’s something to fight for and it’s worth fighting for.
It’s worth waking up tired and adjusting your perspective for, because gratitude is a gift of tiny wonders, ten thousand ships at sea and the weary warrior crowned. It’s meant to inspire thunder for a down pour over hidden forests and dry lands.
Create a contingency, map it out. Like there’s a treasure, but it’s buried within a volcano or at the bottom of a lake or in the heart of sinking sand and now you have to get the map out and start planning the extraction. It’s worth the battle plan even if that plan has to change mid-stride.
And by the way, you’re worth it. Your entire life existence is worth the effort of dreaming and realizing there’s more and it’s bigger and it isn’t all about you, but it is at the same time and it’s worth it, and you’re worth it.
I’m saying, “you,” but I’m also talking to myself here, so don’t feel my arrival in this by any means. I’m just taking a risk and posting each week, sharing my hole filled thoughts and putting it out there.
Be human. Let yourself fall and while you’re still on the ground, tell yourself it’s worth it. Grit your teeth if you have to, but stop grinding your teeth into the night. Consciously clench your fists and intentionally dig your heels into the earth and stand up.
The key isn’t necessarily, “slowing down.” Maybe it is, but it could also be giving yourself some variety, getting out of your comfort zone and looking outside of the box. Looking outside yourself. Stop seeking comfort and happiness. Find contentment and passion. Ignite your life with risk and dreams that are bigger than yourself. Discover beauty in being alive and use your breath to do something.
I just know that it’s worth it and isn’t about any one person and yet it is. And that’s what makes it all so much bigger, unexplainable, unimaginable and yet somehow applicably tangible.
