Momentum pushes us forward.

I have often wondered how it is that people can handle life, somehow pushing forward against each ever tightening nerve. It seems we all have something to complain and weep over either silently in the dark of night, or blatantly, standing on toes for height, for volume, breathing through the belly.

Maybe we can't manage it after all. Manage being a slippery word when it comes to life. We all seem like clowns, falling over our feet, getting water squirted in our faces by flowers pinned to our other clown brother's vests. Maybe it is the sheer momentum of existence that keeps us living and not our ability to cope with what life throws at us.

We should just stand still if we desire any ease. Not try to "kick against the goads." Let life pull us along, it will anyways, and practice our balance. Things will still happen to us then, but it won't be our fault, not entirely. Then we might just be willing to let each breath in be a victory, each exhale an act of triumph.