MOVING ONE STONE AT A TIME
It's hard to move mountains, but easy to move stones. We've all heard and experienced that starting is the hardest part. I don't think it's starting, but finishing and not giving up that's the real challenge, and what separates the winners from the losers.
As each new year comes and goes, so do the resolutions and thought processes that drive our global ecosystem. We read about new emerging technologies and about how what we thought was the leading indicator is now, irrelevant. We know that change is constant, but we aren't sure of how fast or slow it is or even how to be a part of that change, instead of just watching it parade by.
About 7 years ago, I was inspired to think differently about what I had been doing and being the lat 2 decades of my life. We all know that following your passion is the mantra, but what if all we are good at, is packing a trunk efficiently, or decorating a photo book? The answer is deeper and certainly more complex.
Our mother knows best, but other influences help mold and shape who we are and who we become. Friends and families have their own opinions about their own lives and yours. You should do this, or you know what you need to do, it's....Oh, piss off. Those words and beliefs are energy, in the form of arrows trying to hurt you, or love being given to you. You can choose to view and believe what you want and empower yourself to make the decisions that you believe are the right ones.
What are the right decisions and how can I make more of them? In life, there are windows of opportunity that sometimes last for years, and sometimes only last for a few fleeting moments. You have to decide whether to go enter, or pass, and wait for another, better opportunity. It seems that you only really know about the road you've chosen, after it's too late. So, should we sit on the sideline not choosing anything, because it's easier and safer?
When I lost my father, I was 15 years old. It's a game changer and I had a decision to make about love. I spent the last 15 years growing with my father, loving him, learning from him, and perhaps even teaching him. It was a special relationship, and I was truly blessed to have even those 15 years. I had to choose whether to bother loving anyone else again, because I knew that one day, they also would die, and I would be left alone, again.
I chose to love and choose to think of the hard moments that wait ahead for me as rocks of strength. I'm not necessarily looking forward to them, but they don't decide the fate of my life for me. They are merely obstacles that if I choose to conquer them, will only bring me a lifetime of strength that can literally move mountains, one stone at a time.
Have a great 2015!