He sat.
He wasn't waiting. He was accomplishing plenty. But it was busy work. Others would look at him and think him industrious, driven, ambitious. They were deemed important: things that needed to be accomplished. He did not see it that way. He was simply filling his time with beneficial growth. There were some things he could not hasten and things that he had forfeited control over. These were the important details of his life; there was nothing he could do with those, yet he refused to sit and wait for the world to offer him his chance. He would gladly accept the offer and dutifully prove his worthiness, but his life would not be put on hold as he waited his turn.
He could not do everything, but there was some things he could do. He did those. It was no grand statement, no attempt to prove his superiority over others - or even is adequacy among others. It was simply natural. Nature abhors a vacuum, as did his life. Creation is the simplest - and greatest - pleasure, so he filled his life with such moments as appropriate.
He kept his hands full and his thoughts devoted. His goals were known as well as his limitations.
He continued.
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11 years ago



1 comment:
Deep. As usual, I don't understand.
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