In life, no one teaches us about curve balls. Nothing is completely random and nothing is completely fated. A rock is pushed off the head of a river. Floating downstream by its own physical definition, guided by laws of nature, it moves towards a predetermined destiny. Some call it erosion while others call it refinement of the jagged edges with each mark that life leaves or takes away. Traveling among many like ourselves, we do it to each other...affecting the other's destination. Until a curve ball strikes. An avalanche. A flood. A fire. Propelling us according to new rules. You may succeed in resisting if the right edges remain to hold you down. You could blame it on the curve ball for the seemingly sudden failure. But at an earlier point along our path, the erosion had unwittingly begun. Bonds that should have saved us eroded under neglect. Some may say it was inevitable. Only the rock would know. Our salvation was simple. To love well when we were in the midst of loving.
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