I went for a walk today. If you know me, you know that I never walk. I grew up in Los Angeles. But today I did. The cold brisk weather drew me out like snow does for children. I was thinking about life and love and how we fall so fast into the cracks. And how the walls grow so quickly like cornfields, until we can’t see where we’re going. Or who we are. So we just stop. Wait. Sink. We look back instead of forward and think we can’t because we couldn’t before. The only way out is through and this through is what we resist. It’s the unknown we don’t want to enter. Because we don’t know and from what we do know, nothing good happens when we can’t see.
There lives a dragon in the cornfields. We are terrified of this dragon. We don’t want to face it. So we run. We get on planes. We drink. We start something with someone we don’t really like or know is bad for us. We must slay this dragon if we want to make our way home. There is no other way.
I’ve been through many cornfields. And I’ve been terrified. I’ve ran. But I’ve also slayed dragons. And when you see enough, you realize they’re not that scary. I hear you get to a point when you start searching for them.
I have a lot of friends in the cornfields right now. They have their dragons to face and I see their fear. I understand. I want to tell them that these dragons live inside us and we only see them when we’re in the cornfields. And if we don’t slay our dragons, there is no hero’s journey. There is no character arc. No story.
You are in the fields for a reason. Know that. And by slaying your dragon, whatever your dragon you are currently facing in your life right now, you will be closer to life and further from death.
It’s time to draw your sword.
And live our your story.