The August 27th rendition of ‘My Divine Discontent’ . . .
There shouldn’t be beaches. No sandy stretches to wander while keeping your toes wet. No enticements to share with a friend. And no ability to just turn and walk away time after time.
Huge opaque walls should be built hiding the prize, equipped with a one-way ladder to the top. When a person knew it was his time, he’d go, climb the ladder and jump in.
All that time wondering, worrying, comparing, judging, testing – would be saved. All the retreats, gone.
You’d go to the beach for one purpose only – to jump.
Otherwise, you’d stay home.