Sometimes it takes failure to find our focus.
The person we used to be and the person we are today can be a vivid contrast. We grow, we change, we discover who we are, and who we’re not. Experience teaches us lessons, and we can use those lessons for our own benefit. To grow wiser, perform better, live better, see clearer…
But there are times when the person you were can affect the person you are. Everyone has moments they wish they could relive. Times, people and experiences they wish they didn’t take for granted. But lingering over the past is a moot task that reaps little more than self pity.
You cannot change what was. You can only continue to use your experiences to better who you are today.
There will be moments when the face of what used to be rears into the present, and you yearn for others to see the contrast, know the difference.
Sometimes they will, and sometimes they won’t.
There are those who say everything happens (or doesn’t happen) for a reason. Then there are others who claim we are the wielders of our own fate.
I stand in the in between.
Perhaps there is a fate. Maybe our story has already been written in some ways.
I like to think that God is like a friend who steps in from time to time to help us along the way. He’s rarely pushy, but always full of an inexplicable, inexhaustible compassion that compels him to do certain things. Like the gut feeling that convinces you to turn right instead of left. Or the urge in your heart to talk to a stranger only to find his words tailored specifically for you in ways that seem impossible.
Sometimes it’s a dramatic rescue; a swooping save from certain death.
More often, it’s a subtle whisper that we recognize in that moment, but later start to second guess.
Either way I’ve discovered we always wield the key of choice.
We decide whether we seize the opportunity or wave as it goes by.
We decide to face our fears, or cower to the side.
When we fall we choose to get back up or lay there on our side.
Greatness dwells within us. It starts as potential, raw and waiting to be tapped. Then like clay we mold it, beat it, shape it, heat it, until it becomes the finished product.
It’s often different than the one we originally set out to create, but in the process it develops quirks, characteristics, new traits and textures, that make it more than we imagined it could be.
Never give up until the work is finished.
Do you think it’s complete?
If you’re reading this, you’re not done yet.