No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
The silent times of true soul searching are sacred. Where else would you go to ponder something as magical as destiny, than the depth of very your soul? The gentle surroundings there can take the worst sting out of most painful situations, or multiply joy to limits that are almost orgasmic in intensity. Contemplation of anything of true import has clarity that cannot be reached anywhere else, because the only voice you hear there is your own.
Finding the route to your destiny is simple when you look for it soul-deep; a path with heart is a phrase a wise man used that instantly caught my attention as being a flawless way of describing a worthy avenue.
We all alter the lives of everyone we touch, whether for good or evil is the only uncertainty. If we imagine we give nothing worth receiving then chances are good that we have a deep well to draw from that we have never really tapped. Humans who only take never even bother with such thoughts, so if you are thinking along those lines you are half way home already.
I know some who think their passage is pointless, but they could not be more mistaken, although convincing them of that fact is like trying to move a mountain using chopsticks. I see so clearly not only their reality, but also their possibilities. It may seem to some that I am simply naïve, but this too is a falsehood. I see with the eyes of a craftsman, viewing a weather beaten house. I see what is, what was, and what can be. The first cannot be changed, the second is pointless to ponder on for long, but the last is most important, yet it is given the least attention. What can be is what I see first, eclipsing all other considerations, and if that makes me naïve in some minds then I just figure they are too short-sighted to really have a clue anyway.
A house can be rebuilt from the ground up and so can people. The only reason either does not get done is our unwillingness to do the work. Hell, it is hard to change, even brutal at times. The parallel between remodeling and remolding is similar enough to be mind-boggling when you think about it.
In both cases you have to:
1- Tear out and replace what has been weakened by time and the elements.
2- Pay the price asked for whatever will make it a place worth inhabiting.
3- Spend long hours cleaning up the mess that a work in progress inspires.
The list continues, but my mind has already gone on to some wonderful differences I would like to point out. In the case of a human restoration there are things that do not apply, and thank God for that I say.
1- You do not have to apply for a building permit.
2- You do not need a blueprint.
3- You do not need any tools that you do not already possess.
4- What was does not lock you into any set pattern.
5- What the neighbors think matters not a bit, since they will continue to see you as who you were long after you are who you were meant to be.
This list goes on too, but to place all I can come up with here will not encourage you to take the concept further on your own terms and see the big picture as it applies from your unique point of view. Some will read this and instantly see it as truth, others will doubt on in total oblivion. Some will let it breathe life on a spark of hope and build a roaring fire to better see its reality. Some will read the words then pffftttt and try to forget their challenge. Some will start ripping out walls and others will simply pick up their chopsticks and continue mountain-moving one pebble at a time.
THINK ABOUT IT... LET IT RIDE... THEN DECIDE!!!
© GLENDA ALEXANDER