While my imagination loves fairy tales, magic, and the miraculous, my mind understands reality, and the reality is that if I want something or I want something to happen in my life I have to do it, to make it happen, make the choices needed, and then act on them. Money doesn’t just magically appear in my bank account – never, not once did I find any extra currency in there – though I swear often that there’s an invisible troll taking a toll every time I use it. Fat doesn’t magically dissolve in my body, though I sometimes think it magically appears. We know that isn’t the truth either. Relationship’s don’t just begin or end without effort and/or neglect. That reminds me of a meme I saw one time about cheating where a guy trips and falls on top of a woman exclaiming, “It was an accident!” No, the accident happened with the momentum of texting, talking, smiling, and flirting. That’s when the cheating first began. By the time he ‘tripped’, he was already deep into the betrayal. There’s no accident about it.
What I’m trying to convey here is that I have to make a plan and set goals, make preparations for those plans and goals, make the choices that will help me achieve those plans and goals, and then have the strength and discipline to fulfill them regardless of how I feel or of convenience. Nothing just magically happens. Check marks don’t just appear. Yes, sometimes the universe will bring me a surprise, but for the most part there are laws that govern this world much the way our natural laws govern our science and nature. Facts are facts. Those laws are that we reap what we’ve sown. The key is …we have to sow. We have to plant. We have to water. We have to make sure we get the right amount of sunlight. We have to protect our gardens. We have to pull up our own weeds. We have to make sure we put the right kind of shit in the ground. We can’t plant one thing, yet expect it to grow something else, though we do. Man, I can’t tell you how many times I see this on a daily basis – this belief in reverse magic, in magical harvests, in expecting and wanting what we didn’t plant, earn or deserve. It’s crazy. Our society is so franchised, so drive-through, so … I want it my way, and I want it now, but don’t ask me to plant, grow, etc. I want YOU to prepare it for me. I just want to lay back in my perfect body, consume what I want, when I want, not face a consequence, not lift a finger, not work for it, and yet have the strength and blessings of the gods. How arrogant we are. Yet, we will tell ourselves that’s NOT what we expect.
Come on, be real. Isn’t it what we expect?
This world is a beautiful and ugly place at the same time. Over the past few weeks I have seen many, many, many examples of love, compassion, charity, respect, and bravery from people – and I’ve seen selfishness, hate, fear, depravity and gluttonous greed. Life is complex and complicated in its simplicity. But somewhere in the balance there is peace.
I have to keep moving. I have to keep working, and hoping, and praying, and expecting, and sowing, and reaping. I have to keep making choices every day that are going to help me or hinder me, bring me life or frustration, to help me thrive or knock me off course. If I fall, I have to choose to get back up. If I run, I have to learn to rest. If I fear, I have to be brave. If I’m empty, I have to fill myself. If I have the opportunity to love, I choose love. I have to keep dreaming, I have to keep planning, and I have to keep seeking my balance, my peace, and my happiness. As much as I wish I could say a magic word and it be done, I know that’s not the reality of it – and I have to keep moving. In this selfish world, my joy comes from choosing to love, to find purpose, to give, and to serve. I have to choose it. I have to do it. I decide to make my bed first thing in the morning, to love instead of run in fear, and then take the next step, and then the step after that, and so on. I have to keep moving – THAT’s when I’m most happy.
Till next time,