Elle a bâti des ponts
Entre nous et le ciel
Et nous les traversons
À chaque fois qu'elle
Ne veut pas dormir
Ne veut pas dormir
Je l'aime à mourir...
This week has been a constant battle of holding on to hope. A challenge that I wrote about at the end of my college days: It is to choose faith--acceptance of uncertainty--over fear. It is to choose to live fully--relishing both the good and the bad, the joys and the pains--rather than anxiously. It is to choose to play, even when you are unsure of the notes, rather than to suppress the urge to make music. It is to choose to have faith in your own abilities, rather than fearing inadequacy.
Eric Fromm has been helping me as well:
“The practice of faith and courage begins with the small details of daily life. The first step is to notice where and when one loses faith, to look through the rationalizations which are used to cover up this loss of faith, to recognize where one acts in a cowardly way, and again how one rationalizes it. To recognize how every betrayal of faith weakens one, and how increased weakness leads to new betrayal, and so on, in a vicious circle. Then one will also recognize that while one is consciously afraid of not being loved, the real, though usually unconscious fear is that of loving.” (The Art of Loving)
I wish I knew what was ahead of me in my life, but alas, I must live in uncertainty. One thing I can be certain of: today is Friday, and that, in it of itself, requires some celebration.