First, we advance. Then we retreat. Then we do it all over again.
It’s a seldom-witnessed phenomenon, on the scale of blood moons or periodic cicadas: a man standing still, doing nothing, being quiet.
Inner progress is not a linear movement. It is a slow circularity, like ascending a mountain by walking around it.
Slow is good.
Mommy: “And what did you learn at school today?”
Johnny: “I was taught to expect the unexpected.”
The gift of sickness is an appreciation for the sweetness of health.