Allowing myself to consciously revisit all the oops and supposedly oops trails was a necessary gut wrenching tool and has added richness to my emotional library. There was no other way to go forward than to step back and open my heart, mind and brain… my whole self’s attentions and leap.
I have now become one of life’s keen observers and pensive thinker and if that’s what is written on my death certificate then hallelujah; and if I never fully find myself or know all about everyone else, I’d have tried.
All I can continue to agree to do is to never ridicule, brush off, masquerade anyone’s dream or, desire to dream or, find out who they are or share their point of individual perspective- maybe that is all that keeps them alive and hopeful and making them tick and ticked off.
It’s important for each one to want know himself or herself where there lies many answers, many simple answers to big-little-people-question. There’s no greater rewarding skill than the art of knowing one’s self.
That’s what I believe anyway. As for the rest ... the rest continues to present itself each time I rise to greet the day and bow to welcome the night.
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