Inspirational Short Story, Female Fantasy Art, Relaxing Music

. . . but time and chance happeneth to them all.

-- Ecclesiastes

Life, director of the comedy, always lets things get a little out of hand.

We all know what would be normal and right, but the right horse sometimes finishes last in the race, and the jerk has all the money.

The wise people, like us, are ignored by all, and the good woman gets in trouble with the law.

The saint cheats on his income tax, but he never gets caught the way the needy ones like us do, and the worst sinners get saved in the nick of time, while the fittest sometimes just drop dead.

If all the best laid plans go wrong, maybe we are meant to learn that such important things aren't so important, after all.

If the skies are custard pies waiting to plop down on our hopeful faces, maybe it is best to accept the gift, count it a blessing, and lick our chops.

Look, the wind vane fluttering in the autumn breeze

Takes hold of certain things that cannot be held.

-- Feng Chih

When we think we are losing our grip, we have good reason to look up. Consider the moon suspended in the sky, how it continues to come and go,

follows its natural law, and never really loses face.

Consider the sun, the stars, the seasons, how they refuse to abandon us, to let go of their hold on our lives. And come closer to home.

We can marvel at the magic of small efficient things -- the toaster and stove, the light in the room, the words in a good book that are permanent, faithful, and clear.

We can consider how music, without saying a word, still speaks to us, and how a few friends, maybe miles away, continue to hang on to the strength of our small and faithful words.

We can keep in mind that we are part of a complex and loving system, and our grip can never be lost.

Inspirational Short Story, Female Fantasy Art, Relaxing Music

A musician must make music, an artist must paint,

a poet must write, if he is to be at peace with himself.

What a man can be, he must be.

-- Abraham Maslow

The same is true of a seamstress, carpenter,

homemaker, lawyer, or mechanic.

The question is, Who and what am I?

What must I do to be at peace with myself?

What can I be, for that is what I must be?

A lucky few of us find the answers to these questions fairly early in life, and we work to develop into the people we can be and must be.

We do that by looking at our deepest desires, and ask what would bring fulfillment for us.

We ask what we would enjoy doing most, what we believe we have the ability to be really good at.

What is it that sometimes burns within us to be expressed or done?

The answers to what we can be, what we must be, come from within, through asking ourselves these questions.

What kind of a person am I capable of being?

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11/13/2024

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