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Quan Yin’s Risk
Did you know the droning comfort of the
suburb will drive a sane woman mad? The
constant hum to stay safe, unscathed will
close her off from life, from her life,
and thus her heart. I used to ski down the
white powdery snow, with bright blue skies
overhead. Snow laden trees silent witness
to the course I carefully carved. I had
to be perfect. Wind biting my ears the only
discomfort I felt until I reach the bottom
of the mountain. I didn't fall. Because
I didn't risk
a jump
a steeper side
a slicker run
I vanquished the mountain unscathed. Nothing
to rejoice. I didn't risk the freedom of
flight, so I felt numb every time.
It's true we must push past our comfort
zone. The hum calling you to be a clone
can be mesmerizing. And yet, be aware of
swinging the pendulum too far – and
whipping yourself into exhausted, extreme
living. There comes a time and place when
pushing yourself to another summit, just
to conquer another mountaintop isn’t
the real challenge. The real test comes
when you face the fear of falling off the
self-constructed pedestal. When we are ready,
when we ask, Quan Yin, a gentle breeze,
or the comforting reminder of yourself as
Unconditional Love comes rushing back. And
there is only one risk that matters: Being
Love.
The fear of being the best isn’t
so daunting or paralyzing when you accept
yourself for who you are. Love yourself
enough to establish boundaries with loved
ones: friends, boyfriends, girlfriends,
husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, children,
sisters, brothers. Giving only because you
are willing, not just because you can. Holding
your boundaries because your opinion of
yourself matters more than theirs.
Today I told her I love her. Walked right
up to her in front of everyone. And yet
it was as if no one was there. Told her
how I loved me and where the line in the
sand stood. I waited. Breath caught in my
throat. Wind teased under my wings. I had
risked the jump, the steeper side, the slicker
run.
Suddenly it didn’t much matter what
she said. I told her I love her and I love
me. I flew. I was free.
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