Given enough time you can get used to anything. You can convince yourself that your dreams were foolish, that its too late, that youre too old, too married, too single, too stuck, too free. Though if pressed, youd have to acknowledge that none of that is not true. But say it enough, and you passively submit to mediocrity, not second best or third-rate—something far less easy to swallow than that. But swallow it you do, and become accustomed to playing life small, carefully and pointlessly. Eventually you accept your recitation of excuses as passable reasons not to exert effort—to do little of importance with your life. But occasionally, fortunately, something threatening happens. You read something and it touches you in some odd way, or you experience a new thought, cross paths with a particular person and that event rekindles a life you dimly remember having dreamed of before the novocaine of surrender took hold. The only threat, really, is to the status quo you acquiesced to. Look over your shoulder at what you left behind—what you abdicated. Start anew, and help will be there. Angels of all kinds will appear to encourage you and help you journey back to your true origins.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 22:41:34 +0000
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