The Feeling of Striving (music: “Gathering Stasis”). Volunteer to help transcribe.
It feels familiar to us, the feeling of striving.
We know we are doing our best. We know we have sought to care for others well.
We know there are things in this life beyond our control, wet like water, sometimes unpredictably shifting, sometimes a challenge to move through.
We know that identifying those things is tricky. Something we thought we couldn’t control might turn out to be just within our purview — as long as we don’t try too hard to control it.
Some things turn out to be our responsibility to act on, act with… and where we were harmed or controlled, sometimes we only feel better if we harm or control someone or something else.
If there’s a better alternative than that, sometimes we can’t conceptualize it.
There is a fluid resistance of floating or drowning… a choice that must be made to survive. Can we swim toward one another? Can we act in strength with one another?
We do not mean to bite those who strive to feed us. We don’t know how to be allowed to eat without also being bitten.
And sometimes, we are not sure how to tell the difference.
How does it feel, to move through the water?
It seems very deep.