Chicken or Beef?

On a flight to Ivory Coast, via Casablanca, the notorious food options were presented: "Chicken or Beef?" . Soon after, I took my notebook out and began journaling my reflections on choice. The piece below is a snapshot into my state of mind as I fled from my troubled life back home in London.

You decide.

You either allow the things that took place on the land to bother you, however many miles you are currently flying over, or you choose to quite literally, rise above.

The heart that is now airborne is the same heart as it was on the ground, this is true. But too much time and weather and altitude has passed to be clinging onto a feeling, produced by an event that can never be repeated in reality, but will be on an infinite loop in your mind if you let it.

I’d like to say that this will be the last time that I write about the thing and vent about the event (that will not be named) and in the event that this is the last time, lets address the hurt.

Damn that hurt. Good God that hurt. Only I know how much that hurt.

The uncertainty, the disappointment of a broken promise, the feeling of the roots being pulled out from the soil in which your heart and hopes were so firmly planted. You are justified in having felt that hurt.

But ponder this. The way in which one thing lead to another, and though hard to do, consider that this is the way things were supposed to go. Fated in catastrophe, perhaps, but even your inspiration to retreat from the hurt is the continuation of your story that has not yet ended.

Ask yourself this.

Do you know for sure that happiness was guaranteed on the other side of what you so desperately wanted? Do you know or have you been foretold of the bigger picture? Do you know what good this event could possibly lead to? And what later event that you could very well have been protected from?

No, right?

Let the 'no' be your solace as you surrender to the fact that there is a multitude of knowledge beyond your scope as a human.

Did you go into it with the best of intentions and try really hard to make things work, and then when that failed, tried everything to make things right?

Yes.

So accept that you did all you could and that what you managed to do and give good enough. The event served its appointed time, and growth and resilience will be built from this event. As much as I hate to admit this, holding on to the feeling is only occupying space for the good that is due its appointment.

Let hindsight be you teacher, but let this heart of yours rest as it deserves in this present moment. For the knowledge is with a higher power, and with some space and time your heart will burst with joy again, causing you to thank the bad that gave way to the good.

Have faith dear one.