The Rope of Discontent

It really hasn’t been that long since I’ve journaled here. I just keep losing what I’ve written. When I move on, I lose what I spent so long on writing. “Techno geeks R-Not-Us” I guess, as much as I want to be one.

Have you ever had a dream about hanging onto a rope and not letting go? I have. I’ve dreamed that I’ve crawled back up the rope to the top of the tower and actually gotten back in, to hide it seems. Not sure what all of that’s about. I know that we get to places in our lives where it seems like even danger would be a welcomed change from the status quo. Some people say folks like me are adrenaline junkies. You know, surfing, motocross racing, racquetball, running, I don’t know. I always thought it was just about having some fun and pushing some boundaries. I guess these could be adrenergic. At any rate, there seems to be times in our lives when we get discontent. Lulls, I guess. When the waves suddenly go flat, and you’re just sitting out there waiting for the next set.

Waiting. Never been good at that. Someone once said that, “Waiting was the hardest work of hope.” Making the most of waiting, of discontent, can be draining. You have these dreams, these hopes, these aspirations, and the ocean goes flat! If it’s winter time, you start getting chilled because you’re not expending the energy to stimulate heat. You start cramping up, and you start looking for any wave to ride…something. But this can take you out of the line-up, and you can miss the next big set.

Discontent helps us appreciate the swell when it comes. And it will surely come. We may go through flat spells, but the ebb and flow of the kingdom will send another head high swell our way again. Now if I can just learn to be patient….is that a wave over there?

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