Stalemate

A stalemate…

It’s like being stuck waist-deep in a swamp. On one hand, you want something better—without the dampness, the stench, or the cold creatures crawling under your shirt. But on the other hand, it feels… okay. You’ve grown used to it; you’ve endured it. The creatures might be slimy, but they are familiar now. And if you start moving too much, what if it gets worse? What if you sink even deeper? Why complain now—being waist-deep is better than being chest-deep like some people. Besides, complaining is for the weak, and I’m not like that. I’ll endure…

Complaining is, of course, useless. But such a stalemate (stagnation, suspension) contradicts the law of evolution, the law of Life. Sooner or later, Life will nudge you toward movement, toward an exit from stagnation—by sinking you chest-deep into that swamp. If even then no movement is triggered, it will sink you neck-deep. It will keep sinking you until you snap out of it—take matters into your own hands and start pulling yourself out.

The essence is that you get what you strive for: reach for Life—stay active and live; stand or lie still—and you’ll be covered in ash.

Every deeper plunge is not a punishment, but an attempt to wake a person from oblivion. Baron Munchausen serves as our example here—he didn’t just pull himself out by his own hair, but his horse as well.

Perhaps your Horse is also waiting for you to pull it out of the swamp? Or maybe it’s a Unicorn, or a Dragon 🐉