Even if I am acknowledged
Or have crossed the goal line while the crowd roars
It will not be enough to sustain this hungry spirit of mine
It will only crave more on another day
No, that deep cavern of need
Must be spring-fed
From a deep reservoir within
Can ever be worth as much
My own affirming voice
“I am enough.”
Beware of the illusion on those days when…
- you feel too high or too low
- it seems like you’ve finally got it all together
- everything falls apart
- you feel just a tad superior or inferior
- it seems you never get a break
- you’ve decided life is too much or not challenging enough
You have just bought into the illusion that life is conquerable and understandable, instead of a confounding mystery that defies your explanations. You have been taken to the cleaners by a life that will bring you what you need and not necessarily what you want. You have been duped by the illusion that life is about what you do and have, instead of about what you will learn and become inside.
I hate that feeling. Sometimes it’s an ache for real conversation that gets to the heart of things.
The following few stanzas from Oriah Mountain Dreamer express it…
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Although I resisted this wisdom for many years, I now have gathered enough conclusive evidence that my thoughts and words were, and are, the building materials of my future. When I changed my moaning to gratitude (without the “but”) and my disappointment to delight (without the “however”), my efficiency became a castle.
Whatever makes you shine
Whatever fuels your fire
Whatever gives you hope
Has got to be your breakfast
Walk quickly past the other options
Do all your duties with joy and awe
You have so much
And so much more to come
A man must not open shop without a smiling face. – Chinese Proverb
That was my first thought this morning…
Wow, I didn’t die during the night. I have another chance to get it right.
Another chance to be here now
To be completely present
To keep my head in the moment
So closely that I really see people
And value them as I value myself
To really see everything around me in 3D
(or maybe even 4)
Just like a second serve in tennis
A chance to keep my eye on the ball
And this time
Really see it all the way through
As I send it away (with love-love)
And return what comes back to me
With passion, confidence, intention
And utter joy
“Let’s do it,” spoken by psychopath Gary Gilmore on his way to execution, were the words that inspired Nike’s Just Do It slogan.
But I get it. We must tap into audacious courage wherever we can find it…since it is such a rare commodity.
And, any person who wants to be a legend must first quell the pitiful cries of self-preservation with those of brazen bravery.
Life is to be dashingly used and cheerfully hazarded.
(Wow. Just reading that line makes me feel brave.)
Actually, I have never been so happy as when I am following that advice.
So…let’s be brave together.
Did you wake up with a sigh?
Disappointed and low?
Low enough to be shackled again
with the same weight tomorrow?
Then, sigh and frown
And keep looking down
While walking past a wall of books
Without opening one
Or go online
To the same ole places
And go back to bed
Without going to TED
Then sigh and frown
And keep looking down
Just pick up a book
And let the power out
Open the sky
With one tiny, courageous click
Imprisoned angels are standing by
Borrow joy. Borrow strength. Borrow inspiration. Borrow power.
Release the angels.
(I wrote this after challenging my blahs with, just open a book, any book, to any page.
I did. The lights came back on.)
Looking back, I can now see that the number-one cause of my business and personal failures was an unwillingness to seek out wisdom and listen to the wise.
I just thought I knew better
Or, that you didn’t get it
Or, I could figure it out myself
Or, that I didn’t have time to listen
Or slow down long enough to consider
That you might see things from a better angle
Or there might be a way, proven and tried
Of my limitations
But, I kept my pride.
It only cost me
Lost opportunity, money, and time.
The stories of our lives seem so much more interesting when a soundtrack is behind the images. Unless we have a biographer, no one (but us) is responsible for adding the score.
If I am depressed I will sing.
If I am bored I will find an artist who will sing to me about meaning.
If I am tired I will find a ballad about surviving against the odds.
If I feel unloved I will listen to the rhythm of my heart, or the whistling birds, or the sound of a million leaves, nourished by ugly roots, rustling in the howling wind.
And, if I am wounded I will play a song that asks me to dance.