Acceptance is the Thread

If
direction
is the
needle,
then acceptance
is the thread.
As I sow, it
occurs to me
that this
thread is is acc-
eptance. As it
flows in an
upstream direction,
I reme-
mber the
driver of the
needle is mine
mine to
appoint. The very
tip tap- ping on
the thi- mble. This
di- rection is simple
to flow in. Slamming
breaks, change brings it all
to a halt. As he
opens the car door,
stepping out, th draw
of hands is revealed.
From this position I understand
that acceptance
is the thing that
binds
me
to. the wheel.
…
You reap what you sow.
By threading fate, actions you carry out are tied to you
and the true, actual reality, that results as a consequence.
I describe acceptance as a threading of fate to the fabric of reality; mainly because life, lovely and limitless as she might be, only functions as we join bits and pieces together – calling it a past. To accept this as fact is no option, yet so many roll that boulder up the hill, daily. For me, it’s plain as day to see that in acceptance is the only way to live.
…
I can recount, in vivid detail, the various times I’ve reluctantly stepped into acceptance – breaking in the process. Of these times, the most notably painful forced me to reconsider, change, and restructure the knowing of myself.