There’s rhythm everywhere around us. From the ticking of the second hands to the melodic tunes of soothing songs. It is rhythm that adds the beat to our lives. A consistent rhythm.
Just would a pendulum bob swing in its own set of rhythm, there’s a bob in each and every one of us. A set of actions and reactions would set that bob swinging. How forceful it swings in its rhythm depends on our actions and inactions.
Today, I have fulfilled the first item of my wish list; I have certified myself in Health Insurance. Though this may not be a major feat in any ways, I felt an urge nonetheless. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt that.
The way that would make me smile uncontrollably even if I’m alone, the way that would make me feel an urge to pursue something greater, the way that would make me go “Alright, what’s next”. I have found the long-lost bob, and pushed it.
As the pendulum bob strikes the one besides, a series of action would occur. It is a momentum. Left alone, and it dies off by itself, quietly. React to it, and it can propel itself and transfer the energy to the next bob and on.
Let me react to it. And let me act upon it. For I am catching up on lost time.
A sew and needle at a time.
