While crossing the street, one stumbled—
oncoming traffic near enough
to make the moment interesting.
Yet, not hurt.
Not hit.
Not taken out.
Instead, confidence rose—
the kind born of presence,
not panic.
The spirit said, casually but clearly:
This is part of the transition,
the initiation,
the becoming.
I rose.
The green light signaled,
as if the universe itself said,
Proceed. You’re fine.
My soul added—firm, non-negotiable:
You must retrieve what you need
to continue the path.
Because this is the alchemy of presence—
knowing there are stages to everything,
and that some lessons arrive
with a little theater.
Depth teaches itself this way.
Some truths whisper.
Others throw you in the middle of the street
and wait to see if you remember who you are.
It is important not to be a victim of platitude.
I will not let “everything happens for a reason” dwell
into compliance.
Instead, I lean on gratitude—
being blithe, not blind—
and from that ease,
I gather the sinew to leap forward.
Even when I disagree.
Even when staying polite would cost me truth.
I remain steadfast.
I do not acquiesce.
Because becoming is not passive.
And crossing—
especially this kind—It
is not an accident–
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