Anchor(noun) : mechanical device that prevents a vessel from moving.
Heavy…cumbersome…inanimate. As you might’ve guessed, have traditionally associated a certain amount of negativity to the concept. But then there are substantial reasons for it. All that I’ve been able to experience and learn…about myself…and pretty much everything else, has been in huge part due to that reluctance to stay bound…be it to a place or person(s). not that I’m this ‘well-travelled know-it-all’, nor am I some kind of ascetic with little interest in human relationships…most certainly not. I treasure the friends I’ve made and would go out on a limb to suggest that they’d attest that I’ve been and will always be fiercely loyal. It’s more a ‘turning of the wheel’…the way things have panned out…there haven’t been too many ‘constants’…which is neither a complaint nor an exultation. You might have figured that a shift in attitude would’ve to be the cause for this post…and you would be only about 10% right. Only that much because…well…lemme paint the picture. You’re on you’re morning jog…proud of the fact you’ve dragged yourself out of bed…pulled on your tracks. Fresh, crisp morning air…slight chill which helps. Now into your 3rd mile…feeling the burn in your legs…but also pretty good…knowing you’re pushing yourself …slowly but surely. Out of nowhere…this figure emerges…right in front of you…clad in black…no way for you to know who…as if appearing out of thin air…draws back a fist and slams it into your midriff. Remember…you were taking in huge gulps of air to aid those tortured muscles in your legs. Yeah…that captures it. You’re on the grassy track…everything’s going black as your lungs scream for oxygen…it doesn’t matter why…point is…there’s noone around.
Anchor(noun): A central cohesive source of support and stability.
Where’s my anchor?