This concept is hard for me. I like to try to shape the world around me as if it’s Play-Doh. It doesn’t work. I know this. I’ve learned this lesson over and over in my life, but I still try. Which I suppose means that I haven’t really learned this lesson yet, or that there is still more there for me to understand.
I’m not saying that there aren’t choices to be made or that those choices don’t have an impact, because at times, they do. We are beings that can choose. We can get up and do the next right thing. We can use kind words or hurtful ones. We can take care of our bodies or harm them. In daily moments, there is always a choice.
Even big moments, we can choose. We can pick up and move away, or stay put and ride it out. We can attempt to leave important people or moments behind us. But in my experience, the important stuff chases us from within anyway, refusing to let go or become party to failed relations.
For the big stuff, I often feel like life is just a speeding train. And when we think that we are shaping the outcome, we're merely riding inside, touching the window with our own unique fingerprints. We're trying to change things, but in reality, all we’re doing is smudging up the glass, and obscuring our own view.
So I’m setting the Play-Doh down, and only listening to the forecast that I see and feel outside my window. I’ll set some comfort items aside for contingencies. I will sit down inside the train and keep my very own unique fingerprints to myself on my lap. I will look out the window as this one life of mine flies by, and I will try to see the world around me for what it is, and not what I wanted it to be.
I will be thankful for the blessings, exactly as they come.
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