I am sitting here reminding myself or myself reminding me of the time that I ripped an empty can of club soda- cap, lid, bottom and all to shreds with my bare fingers after enjoying its content and how thrilled I was at how easily I made aluminum seem like paper. The confidence with which I nearly melted the can with very little effort was symbolic of how to dissolve limitations of the mind of what I can and cannot do.
How could I have known that upon drinking the club soda with such composed sense of appreciation for the thirst quencher that I would just begin to tear the can apart and without any doubt of possibility calmly accomplished the task as if it was somehow premeditated or at least, the normal thing to do with an empty can of club soda. It was as if the can challenged me to end its feeling of uselessness, now that it is empty; and I did!
After meticulously pinching each piece of aluminum to place in the recylce bin, I then welcomed the full content of the can's message- that the can was representative of whatever was gnawing at and secretly emptying my tank of joy. Who would have thought the lesson a can was intended to teach me and to help me use its availability to quietly and determinedly overcome the uneasiness of the mind when it is not busy doing, and feeling strange when it is. This was definite evidence of invisible intelligence posing as a can of club soda to remind me that there is nothing useless to Life
How could I have known that upon drinking the club soda with such composed sense of appreciation for the thirst quencher that I would just begin to tear the can apart and without any doubt of possibility calmly accomplished the task as if it was somehow premeditated or at least, the normal thing to do with an empty can of club soda. It was as if the can challenged me to end its feeling of uselessness, now that it is empty; and I did!
After meticulously pinching each piece of aluminum to place in the recylce bin, I then welcomed the full content of the can's message- that the can was representative of whatever was gnawing at and secretly emptying my tank of joy. Who would have thought the lesson a can was intended to teach me and to help me use its availability to quietly and determinedly overcome the uneasiness of the mind when it is not busy doing, and feeling strange when it is. This was definite evidence of invisible intelligence posing as a can of club soda to remind me that there is nothing useless to Life
No comments:
Post a Comment