There are moments in life we are powerless to render an outcome no matter our actions. Two paths or roads or divergences… Both avenues will lead to equal measures of joy and sorrow, or alternately, even sorrows and joys. Or so we think until we take a path or until the path is presented.
For various reasons, for situations outside our control, we must wait, watch, and listen. How do we sit with this variety of emotions patiently and recognize we cannot forge what will be? Do we see beauty in the pause — the yawn — the exhaustion and energy of these moments and days?