Getting Out

“It’s the getting out part.”  The phrase keeps repeating itself. “It’s the getting out part that’s the problem.” We think we want X. We get X. We no longer want X.  And now….what now? The exit strategy was never outlined. The trap. We have officially entered the trap with no apparent way out. Deflating, this space is. Trapped, with no way out, with no door to open, and no fresh air to breathe.  How is it that we are fed those things we are told we are to want, and given no tools to evaluate them, or even let go of them when our experience tells us we’re singing the wrong tune? And so we flap our wings violently, raise our voices to the highest pitch, re-paint the colors of the people and places, and… shrink. Slowly but assuredly.  Tender may be the night, and yet how daunting. To be in the darkness, when all falls asleep, and face that which cannot be ignored: the inability to see. And the exit strategy still needs to be found, and the execution still needs to take place, and the grace with which to do both is yet to be embraced. It’s the getting out part that is the beast, because the getting in part is from a whimsy. And a whimsy is just that, whimsical. It stands on nothing lasting.  Perhaps, we have two possibilities: realizing that nothing is lasting and realizing our lives are largely comprised of compulsions. Both may give us the freedom we seek to get in and get out. Only this time with grace and beauty.