Fifteen years ago, after being trapped in a plane on the tarmac at Mumbai Airport for 12 hours without food, water, or fresh air in 38 degree C heat, we were finally allowed to deplane and wander outside on the steaming runway for a few precious moments. The vast majority of passengers had turned ugly and frightfully close to murderous. Looking down on the sea of sticky-soft blackness, I spied a small metal zipper pull tab from a piece of long gone luggage. It was rather ordinary as zipper pull tabs go, except for two simple words stamped on it. “Travel Well” it read. I picked it up and pondered the current situation for a moment. Then, with the obligatory Indian head waggle, I placed it in my pocket and re-boarded the plane with a new-found sense of gratitude, and patiently waited for our journey to continue. I still have the pull tab to this day…tied to my journal.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you can really endure… that you are really strong, and you really do have worth.
~Veronica A. Shoffstall
Reality is a conscious mega-fractal hologram…a self-learning feedback loop of patterns repeating into infinity.