Spaghetti and Humanity

Sometimes I feel like I'm one cooked spaghetti strand in a bowl of strands, all jumbled and mixed together in a heaping mess.  Certain situations, people, circumstances, and perspectives make for this messy concoction of humanity, with themes hardly discernible and endlessly tiresome to un-mess.  As a coach, and as a personal trainer, I like clean lines, I like puzzle pieces falling into place and I like the whole person and all of their moving parts to work symmetrically and in sync with ease and fluidity. Yeah, hahaha, that makes me grin and say ahhhhhhhhh. I jumped out of a spaghetti bowl today, one strand extracted from the jumble and as I separated myself from the other cooked noodles, I began to gain clarity and straighten up. With the clarity I realized that I am very subject to the energy of others, particularly when they have sealed their own fate with depressed fatalism.  Without hope, there is a giving away of the self and dreams die while a restless longing remains, an empty unfulfilled ache.  My hope remains, for all the jumbled messy noodles out there, jump out of that bowl and claim the life that awaits you.