A Place Before Trodden, 2018

2018, a place long trodden.
Have you ever taken a train to or past a  particular subway station? Have you ever been to a specific place, and upon arrival, you’re welcomed by a familiar embrace? (Like, perhaps it’s a distinct or vague memory.) Have you ever felt more connected, inclined, or in alignment with a particular quest, a movement, or an adventure. —Almost as if you’ve been there before, but somehow, you’re quizzical about when, or why you were there, or even how you ended up there?

   This is exactly how 2018 feels for me. As if I have been here before, but this time, I’m more familiar with the route taken here or what it looks like here. Perhaps, I have somehow been here before. Perhaps a part of me has graced the familiarity of this year, prior to these days. As my soul kisses the break of each new day, I am welcomed with such profundity and bliss. As I peer into the menacing days of promised profundity, my passions are made a new. As each dignified day turns into the painted horizon of dawn, I find myself being more contented with life than ever.

   It is the third month of the new year and fairly, I have never felt more favored throughout my life. There’s such familiarity within this space. Perhaps it has been ordained for me. Perhaps this is all, an answered prayer that I have prayed long ago but do not remember. Perhaps this is mother’s answered prayer. Or perhaps this is simply God’s good and perfect will for my life.

   Do you suppose I am merely satisfied with an endeavor in particular and simply look past everything else? Albeit, it’s like I’ve journeyed through or passed this place before, and after getting lost so many times on the way, this time, I’m more familiar with the road taken hereto or the destination itself.

    In a way, 2018 is a place I’ve been dreading for quite a significant period of time. I have been in thorough anticipation of this year and all its entails for the longest time. Walking, my feet feel as though they belong here. Like they’re familiar with the pavement on which I trod; like I’m somehow replicating my own footprints that are already here. Even my physique has already adopted to its cavity like a void that haslonged to be filled.

   To whom do I owe this honor? Who but Christ himself? I am so grateful. -Hallelujah!

   I recall the transcendent moment within the previous year’s last days that attested to the promising days to come. I remembered how it dawned on me without reluctance, that 2018 would be a year of reaping a bountiful harvest. I remembered how, in an exhilarating moment, the dawn of 2017 had faded and the promising gift of 2018 were in existence.

   The current minute must only last a mere sixty seconds and a brief second is but the wink of an eye. An hour, in its divinity and conquering grace, has no remorse for the things lost in its dreadful past, it does not pardon fopaux, nor does a transcends to its tomorrows.

   It seraphs it’s presence with its essence and leaves you in wondrous awe as slowly, you succumb to its gaping reality.

   I have finally intercepted my destiny that I have avoided for so long. Finally, I am in alignment with my own destiny and I am under its the full subjection. I gain immense fascination from being alive like never before, similar to the conquering sun when with each new day, that it is left to transform.