the in between

I’ve always loved this about the city.  The contrast. Of an old church against neon lights.  Of morning quiet and city bustle. Of course, there was always bustle.  You could only hear the quiet if you really listened. It’s in between everything else.

Wait. 

That’s it.

I’ve got it.

See, this thing that we’re doing - it’s an obstacle course.  It’s all an obstacle course. The journey is, to find the in between.  In between the face lifts and self doubt. In between the sky scrapers and pollution.  In between the childhood trauma and constantly reoccurring heartbreak. The journey on which we must embark is to find what’s between all of that.  It’s there, I swear. I’ve seen it.

The in between is: the hope of saving the earth. The hope of finding love.  Finding it. Keeping it. The still of the air in the mountains. The crashing of the waves on the shore.  The fact that they still crash. A lullaby. A whispered goodnight The waking up one more time. The peace.

The challenge is, as it is with any great journey, is to not get lost.  To keep going. To keep searching. The former of these things is so easily done.  It’s so easy to give up. To float by without intention or thought because it’s less painful.  To become distracted by the bullshittier things in life, pardon my French. Work drama at a job you don’t care about.  The toxicity of an unhealthy relationship. Maintaining unrealistic societal standards. These are the obstacles.  

Were we to focus on the things in between everything else, the things that truly fill life, that life is made of, all these obstacles would fade out of focus.  The in between is everything.