Dangling: (part) to hang
Life is about one thing and one thing only.
Try to end up in situations where you’re considering choices instead of offering reactions.
Pause and think about that.
I ask you to reflect on the statement because I’ve been doing it a lot myself lately.
In this season, there’s a gigantic pandemic hanging over our world, threatening the lives of the human race, placing all of us in suspended animation.
There is a tendency to want to react, respond or reclaim a former lifestyle instead of waiting until choices are real and options, legitimate.
Otherwise you just have reactions—unwarranted or knee-jerk.
We are all trying to avoid dangling.
I had to put several things to rest in my mind this year. Although I’ve been dutiful to my faith, I had to resort to a sweet calmness, allowing me to be indifferent to whether that spiritual pursuit has any legitimacy.
Because it leaves me dangling.
Also I had a parcel of sour relationships which I frequently tried to heal. Very little progress has ever been made. I opted to let them float away. I’m no longer evaluating myself on the outcome of the negotiations.
After many decades of battling obesity, I’m trying to focus on putting good things in my mouth to swallow—and doing a little bit less of it. I’m no longer dangling “slender” before my yearning eyes, criticizing myself for the present shape of things.
For what we want to do is make choices.
What we need to avoid is giving a reaction.
And what we wish to dispel is all the terror and uncertainty of dangling.