Stops and Starts
August 5, 2010 § Leave a comment
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
The fear of the unknown slaps you treelike as you drive into the wilderness in search of yourself. Stalled by the vividness of your dreams, the full weight of your expectations and the vision of your ideal self, your strengths not your weaknesses will trip you up. And, happiness is when you are content with what you have. When you choose to be content. The only choice of importance is to choose what to give up and when to settle.
No wonder the majority of adult life seems to be concerned with regret, remorse and a desperate attempt to introduce humility to your 12 year old self who was brave enough to dream and haughty enough to believe. Contentment is the name of the bus shelter you choose to wait at instead of hiking on the long pursuit to possible failure. Would you set out if you knew you were not to succeed in accepted sense of the term? Could you will yourself to fail in every way you think important and still love the 12 year old in you? Is there a 12 year old in you? Or, did you grow up too soon, too eager to be happy? Like me.