76. (from the Dao de Jing)
Man is born gentle and supple.
At death, his body is brittle and hard.
Living plants are tender,
and filled with life-giving sap,
but at their death they are withered and dry.
The stiff, the hard, and brittle
are harbingers of death,
and gentleness and yielding
are the signs of that which lives.
Which ever refuses to yield, the warrior who is inflexible,
or the tree that does not bend is condemn to death or easily broken.
Thus the hard and brittle will surely fall,
and the yielding and flexible will overcome.
I find that my 1st most powerful tool I own and take complete possession of is my adaptability. The source of my adaptability comes from my overwhelming drive to learn & grasp the meanings, motives, behaviors and patterns of individuals that I come in contact with.
I have had to developed and hone my adaptability by responding and reacting to the patterns, my surroundings and environment.
Of late however I have been tested to by others of where my limits are with my adaptability, little do they know I have no limits, I have stretched, beaten, shaped and molded myself to move and flow in any direction and still retain large portions of who I feel I am.
For the most part, I keep who I am, at the foremost of whatever I do, I make the impression onto anything and anyone I touch that I am in fact not what I may appear to be.
My mind sets a pace for me that I keep up with to help distract me from the rigors of a life not bound by convention. In someways, not having a granite slab of codes affords me leeway that would be unthinkable for others, however the reverse is that I am often alone in my way of thinking, which is all the more reasons I value my friends and their level of trust in my ability to be more than I think I am.
However the deep reason I embrace adaptability so wholly, is that it shields me from the misfortunes that my life has undergone, especially within the past several years.
I take everything thrown at me and use it to the best of my ability, I have learned that hate, anger, frustrations and personal critical attacks against me are fuel to make me better and understand a wider path of people and interactions.
This is all not to discount that I can not be taken aback or lose footing, however this serves as a reminder that no matter how much you pull and push against something as fluid as the air or water, it will always retain its shape, despite what it may be contained in.
-CyTerrin