Post by andrew on Jul 25, 2013 3:10:11 GMT -5
I rezzed
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THE THING
You know the Thing that you always longed to do or express? The Thing that makes your spirit soar when you think about it? The Thing you've always 'put off', ignored, denied, pushed aside? The Thing for which your heart sings in its private moments? The Thing that is not an expression of lack or want or entitlement, but of the sheer joy of creativity and unbridled adventure?
You know all your excuses, right? That you're too inexperienced, too shy, too uneducated, too unworthy, too small? That it's too much of a risk? That others are better than you? That there will be no safety net? No money left? No pride anymore? That others will mock, ridicule, judge, leave, even hate you for breaking out of your old patterns? That you will be an outcast, alone and far from home? That you will lose everything and everyone and end up in a ditch somewhere?
What about the spiritual and religious excuses? You believe in predestination, that sad old relic? The absence of free will? That everything has already been written? That there is no 'you' who can do anything anyway? That it will all just happen 'when it happens'? How do you know? When did these thoughts become conclusions on which to base a life? On whose authority do you rest? The ultimate authority of a God figure up in the sky? The authority of the dead words in the dead books by the dead men? Your own? Whose permission are you seeking? Your father's? Your mother's? Your guru's? Your therapist's? Who can give you the YES you long for?
You say it's a risk? Isn't it a bigger risk to live having never tried? To die never having lived? To live with excuses? Regrets? To protect the image of yourself, the image that you never were? To live in fear? To live a second-hand existence?
To never risk, that's the risk. All that will perish is your limited imagination of yourself. The Thing is calling.
******
THE THING
You know the Thing that you always longed to do or express? The Thing that makes your spirit soar when you think about it? The Thing you've always 'put off', ignored, denied, pushed aside? The Thing for which your heart sings in its private moments? The Thing that is not an expression of lack or want or entitlement, but of the sheer joy of creativity and unbridled adventure?
You know all your excuses, right? That you're too inexperienced, too shy, too uneducated, too unworthy, too small? That it's too much of a risk? That others are better than you? That there will be no safety net? No money left? No pride anymore? That others will mock, ridicule, judge, leave, even hate you for breaking out of your old patterns? That you will be an outcast, alone and far from home? That you will lose everything and everyone and end up in a ditch somewhere?
What about the spiritual and religious excuses? You believe in predestination, that sad old relic? The absence of free will? That everything has already been written? That there is no 'you' who can do anything anyway? That it will all just happen 'when it happens'? How do you know? When did these thoughts become conclusions on which to base a life? On whose authority do you rest? The ultimate authority of a God figure up in the sky? The authority of the dead words in the dead books by the dead men? Your own? Whose permission are you seeking? Your father's? Your mother's? Your guru's? Your therapist's? Who can give you the YES you long for?
You say it's a risk? Isn't it a bigger risk to live having never tried? To die never having lived? To live with excuses? Regrets? To protect the image of yourself, the image that you never were? To live in fear? To live a second-hand existence?
To never risk, that's the risk. All that will perish is your limited imagination of yourself. The Thing is calling.
