Eight

The truth is unpleasant to behold. My default mental state is to want to be somewhere else.

Even my present desire to be present “in the moment” is a part of that restlessness. I am restless here. So I want to be over there where I’m not restless.

You can see how this could drive a fella crazy. You can see why moving from one distraction to the next can seem so appealing.

But why fight it. Because only in accepting the Eight I have in my open hand, which includes the very restlessness I would like to be rid of, is it possible for any lasting peace or new horizons to appear.

Or maybe not.

Because accepting that “Eight” includes the not accepting it as well.

The figure eight is all I have.

Nine.

I didn’t see that coming.