By yirkahr on Skatehive
In the middle of somewhere, life invites us to pause and contemplate the invisible. It doesn't matter if it's a bustling plaza, a silent forest, or a solitary room: there's always a "between" that reminds us we're neither at the beginning nor the end, but in transit. That in-between space is a mirror reflecting our doubts, our dreams, and the certainty that we keep walking. To be in the middle of somewhere is to accept ambiguity. It's to recognize that the path isn't completely mapped out and that the horizon is still being drawn with brushstrokes of uncertainty. There, time seems to stand still: we are not what we were nor what we will be, we are what we are becoming. And in that state, life becomes more authentic, because it forces us to listen to the murmur of what surrounds us and the heartbeat of what we carry within. That "middle" is also a reminder of humility. It teaches us that we are not the absolute masters of direction, that each step depends on invisible forces: chance, me