There is a certain sweetness in this world brought to life
by a dog.
For all my troubles, Whim has always been my reason to
smile. She is my happy, and she never fades. We go with the flow, this journey
is far from perfect and we know it. The language we speak cannot be studied or
taught, it has been built. Miss steps don’t happen because we have no routine
to follow, we either understand or we do not. On occasion she cannot read me,
and more often than not I say the wrong thing. Perhaps there have been moments
when cues are lost in translation, but despite this barrier we persist.We push on, push back. We take it one step at a time, and go every step of the way. We roll with the punches, and hang on tight.
Things will not always go as planned; this can be terrible
if we are willing to see it as such. I would never tell you that failure doesn’t
bother me. I want nothing more than to converse on course with ease, but this
does not mean I have to be upset. If we look we can see the beauty in failure, and the
lessons behind miscommunication. Simply put, we do not aim for boxes in this journey.
We only wish to learn.
There are two certain outcomes here at the EO for Whim and
me, the first being that we will leave understanding more than before. The
second is a look…that shared smile at the end of each run. The look I get every
night when my girl comes in for snuggles. The look I see each morning I wake up
to kisses. This look will persist. My happy will never fade this I am certain
of.


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