While talking with ‘A’ the other night, he asked me if I remembered watching “The Pursuit of Happyness” years ago, as a family. Yes, I remembered. He continued with the story of the little boy and dad’s conversation. (Everyone’s heard the story, in various forms: But God, why didn’t you help me?)
‘A’ told me perhaps it’s time for me to stop running from highly uncomfortable situations (paraphrased). He continued by telling me, it ‘might’ be me who helps makes situations better for others, whether I want to pursue the calling or not.
Dang 26 year old and his wisdom has me thinking.
But I’m so tired. And I can’t continue to fight everyone’s battles. (I come across as a victim when I re-read this. Or a whiner. Let me assure you—I am not a victim. I am a warrior. And I try to remain self aware and keep whining to a minimum.) Yes, he tells me, this is true. But you’re not getting any younger, old lady, and you can make a difference. (He’s grounded, for making sense. I’m taking his phone away.)
These things can be shit starters. Excuse the language. Regardless, this is how change begins.
What are you running from, my friends? We can constructively, collectively, each make a positive difference. Sow a seed, another waters the seed, and yet another cultivates the seed.
A wise man recently told me, “Never underestimate the power of a single word spoken in love.”
My simple thought of the day.
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