Thursday, July 28, 2005
Message in a Bottle
I feel like this is a message in a bottle and I'm hoping it washes up on a shore where someone will read the message and it will be something they have been longing to hear.
I have read plenty of self help books over the years. My daily life is well balanced and there is plenty in all areas of my life. I have dealt with painful past events and forgiven those who have harmed me. My health is good and ever day I give thanks for the happy accident of fate that gave me such a prosperous and secure life.
And, yet. . .I ask myself, is this the best use of my life and my gifts? Am I on the right path, making the most of this brief life? Can I make more of an offering to the world and my destiny? Should I be directing my energies in a way that is more in keeping with my deepest yearnings?
Then I feel that I have been given so much and have a life millions would love to have that it is sheer selfishness that makes me hanker for more. Why should I yearn for more when so many have so little? Why should I be discontented with such plenty.
The wheel turns and then I feel that I am a caterpillar outgrowing its chrysalis and must go ont its next stage or die. Or a snake that has grown too big for its old skin, that served its purpose and now must be shed. This matter can be questioned and contemplated, but it just is and must be dealt with.
I have read plenty of self help books over the years. My daily life is well balanced and there is plenty in all areas of my life. I have dealt with painful past events and forgiven those who have harmed me. My health is good and ever day I give thanks for the happy accident of fate that gave me such a prosperous and secure life.
And, yet. . .I ask myself, is this the best use of my life and my gifts? Am I on the right path, making the most of this brief life? Can I make more of an offering to the world and my destiny? Should I be directing my energies in a way that is more in keeping with my deepest yearnings?
Then I feel that I have been given so much and have a life millions would love to have that it is sheer selfishness that makes me hanker for more. Why should I yearn for more when so many have so little? Why should I be discontented with such plenty.
The wheel turns and then I feel that I am a caterpillar outgrowing its chrysalis and must go ont its next stage or die. Or a snake that has grown too big for its old skin, that served its purpose and now must be shed. This matter can be questioned and contemplated, but it just is and must be dealt with.
