On days such as this day, the universe's movement is impossible to ignore.
Each obstacle offered a dare, provoking him to resist the forces of which he couldn’t control.
A bait from the wind. It carried with it the chorus of spite, anger, and regret from all those wicked things in the world.
“You’re owed better. It isn’t fair. The world is conspiring against you,” the wind cries.
He felt the rage brew up inside him as the elements and energies surrounding him applied their almighty garrisons and unpleasant misfortunes in his way. His loved ones were unhappy, rejections came more freely than open doors, and all the many habits he attempted to play out to move forward positively were bending and waning in defiance.
He would never win against these forces, but somehow, he felt that giving up wasn’t an option. His mind tricked him, telling him that he knew what his body and spirit needed - he has always known, and he would be damned if these spirits would get in the way of understanding his mind. His pride. His fixed view of the world and how it should be governed.
And then, a final blow, and a conversation with a friend, and he knew all too clearly.
Resistance got him here. Resistance is mistrust. Resistance is arrogance. Because, in that moment of divine understanding, he chose humility over being right, trust over hatred, and acceptance over the persuement of rage.
Because bowing to your knees can sometimes feel like a relief, not a curse.
The wind calmed, and a stillness fell over him. The frantic whales from the elements cooled to a gentle silence.
Trust in the process.
He realised, if this day wasn’t what he wanted it to be, then maybe it could be better than he ever expected.