No matter how crappy a day goes, it shouldn’t be regarded as a throwaway. Much easier said than done, I know.
Some days just aren’t meant to be enjoyed. They exist to test the upper limits of your character and fortitude. They pass the way a bus would splash you going through a big brown puddle. What else can you do but keep walking? Anything else expends precious energy and slants your attitude downward.
I’m having such a day. The connections I seek just aren’t being made. People are irritating me. The future feels hopeless. Progress seems unthinkable.
The only salvation is in writing these scant words. Intentional writing like this can’t be desecrated. In fact, it invites the soul to make an appearance from its hiding, its virulence of daily routine.
So as the soul looks on, even from a distance, it becomes clear that there is a guiding purpose, a meaning to it all. The soul whispers something barely audible, so quiet you have to dampen your own rage to hear.
Keep letting go. Follow the path you know to be true. Don’t give up. Keep everything in balance. Stay faithful and diligent.
Not so bad, I guess. I can probably hang on another day.
One ending thought: how many people, I wonder, think more about how they can serve others before themselves. How many more are asking “What can I offer?” rather than “What’s in it for me?”
Something that has always bothered me are people who are only concerned about how comfortable they can be or how well life should work out for them. It’s never about “What can I do to help?” or “Where I most needed?”
Anyway it’s worth taking notes on people and their conversations, if anything just to see where they stand how close they’ll be to where you are.