Maxime

Maxime

Is it possible that I, man that I am, can further my day simply by taking decisive action?
That somehow the imprint of my feet can carry me higher up that mountain?
Is it conceivable that a thing made of flesh and blood with all our inconsistencies and fallibilities laid bare, can somehow make a coherent circle whole?
I wander aimlessly in my mind, a goat lost in the fog of the early morning valley. There flys a swallow, a hare sprints for fun, a deer turns her head in wonder.
It is, I realise, in the smallest actions that my life is actually built. I am the sum of many parts, of numerous people, of countless moments.
That is why the impossible continues to be possible.

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