No one is coming to save you, a stark, but sad lesson often learned too late or not at all.
As I walked into the gym this morning, I sat down on the edge of a weight bench and took a long hard look in the mirror at myself, and as I fiddled with my earbuds and the volume control of my iPod Shuffle I felt a surge of energy from within and a quiet reminder that I am on my own. I felt alive and free, free and full, full and more alive.
As the music began, I impatiently skipped back in time with three-click repetitions on the earphone remote and wiped away the present moment with yesterday’s music. I was transported to the previous day as my mind tuned into the song now playing, which I had listened to the day before while doing this very same ritual of exercising, reflecting and preening. In my mind, today had ceased to exist. This was its own kind of freedom.
On the one hand no one was coming to save me, and on the other here I was saving myself from the overwhelming enormity of realizing that I was alone. It seems like an utterly fair trade, and on queue I realized freedom is something that you TAKE not something that you are given.