Find the seed at the bottom of your heart and bring forth a flower.
I think I have told you before that one of the realities of post retirement is that there is no reason that we can’t do what it is that will benefit us the most. In reality I think for many of us it is easier said than done. Some of us become so conditioned by the process of our lives so far that we find it hard to change.
I know I am still having trouble letting go. It does not make a lot of sense to keep running as fast as I can when I am no longer racing. I don’t have nearly as much to do as I once did but yet I do not find it all that easy to adjust to a more reasonable pace. I do know better than to keep running so I do spend more time relaxing and catching up then I do pursuing unrealistic tasks. I have already won more in my life than I ever thought I could so now it’s the time to stand on the sidelines and appreciate your successes.
Here is a story that I just read that started me thinking about where I am and what I am doing these days.
Run your own race and wish others well
I was jogging this morning and I noticed a person about 1/2 a kilometer ahead. I could tell he was running a little slower than me and I thought, good, I shall try to catch him. I had about a kilometer before I needed to turn off. So I started running faster and faster.
Every block, I was gaining on him just a little bit. After just a few minutes I was only about 100 meters behind him, so I really picked up the pace and pushed myself. You would have thought I was running in the last leg of an Olympic competition. I was determined to catch him.
Finally, I did it! I caught and passed him. On the inside, I felt so good. "I beat him" Of course, he didn't even know we were racing. After I passed him, I realized I had been so focused on competing against him that I had missed my turn. I had gone nearly six blocks past my turn and I had to turn and go back.
Isn't that what happens in life when we focus on competing with co-workers, neighbors, friends, family, trying to outdo them or trying to prove that we are more successful or more important?
We spend our time and energy running after them and we miss out on our own paths to our given destinies. The problem with unhealthy competition is that it's a never ending cycle.
There will always be somebody ahead of you, someone with a better job, nicer car, more money in the bank, more education, a prettier wife, a more handsome husband, better behaved children, etc. But realize that "You can be the best that you can be, when you are not competing with anyone."
Some people are insecure because they pay too much attention to what others are, where others are going, wearing and driving. Take whatever you have, the height, weight and personality. Dress well and wear it proudly, you'll be blessed by it. Stay focused and live a healthy life. There is no competition in Destiny.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that the stuff life is made of.
Over breakfast recently, my sister said to her husband, "I bet you don't know what day this is."
"Of course I do," he indignantly answered, as he went out the door, heading to the office.
At 10 AM, the doorbell rang, and when my Sis opened the door, she was handed a box containing a dozen long stemmed red roses. At 1 PM, a foil wrapped, two pound box of her favorite chocolates arrived. Later, a boutique delivered a designer dress.
My sister couldn't wait for her husband to come home. "First the flowers, then the chocolates, and then the dress!" she exclaimed.
Then grinning like a Cheshire cat, said, "I've never had a more wonderful Groundhog Day in my life!"
"Too bad the only people who know how to run the country are busy driving cabs and cutting hair."
A woman went to a computer dating service and said she didn't care about looks, income or background. All she wanted was a man of upright character.
Then a man came in and told them the only thing he was seeking in a woman was intelligence.
The service matched them together at once because they had one thing in common -- they were both pathological liars.
Never put off until tomorrow what you can forget about forever.
One night recently, my phone rang several times throughout the evening. Each time, a woman's voice asked for Ben. Each time I politely explained that I lived alone, my name wasn't Ben, and she had a wrong number. The fifth time she called, I had had enough.
"Hello"? I said.
"Can I speak to Ben, please"?
I replied, "I'm sorry, he's not in right now. Can I take a message"?
"Do you know what time he'll be back"? she responded.
"I think he said he'd be home around 10:00."
Silence on the other end...a confused silence.
"Is this Steve"?
"Yes, it is. Do you want to leave a message for Ben"?
"Well, he said he would be home tonight and asked me to call him," she said in a slightly irritated voice.
I replied, "Well, he went out with Karen about an hour ago and said that he would be back at 10:00."
A shocked voice now, "Who's Karen"?
"The girl he went out with."
"I know that! I mean...who is she"?
"I don't know her last name. Look, do you want me to leave a message for Ben"?
"Yes. Please do. Tell him to call me when he gets home."
She was sounding pretty irate at this point. "I sure will. Is this Jennifer"?
She exploded, "Who's Jennifer"? Apparently she wasn't.
"Well, he's going out with Jennifer at 10:00. I thought you were her. Sorry, it was an honest mistake."
"Ben's the one that's made the mistake! Tell him that Alice called him and that she's very upset and that I would like him to call me as soon as he gets home."
I smiled and said, "Okay, I will, but Becky isn't going to like this..."
Misers aren't much fun to live with, but they make great ancestors.
Morris Schwartz is on his deathbed, knows the end is near, with his nurse, his wife, his daughter, and 2 sons. "So", he says to them:
"Bernie, I want you to take the Beverly Hills houses."
"Sybil, take the apartments over in Los Angeles Plaza ."
"Hymie, I want you to take the offices over in City Center ."
"Sarah, my dear wife, please take all the residential buildings downtown."
The nurse is just blown away by all this, and as Morris slips away, she says,
"Mrs. Schwartz, your husband must have been such a hard working man to have accumulated all this property".
"Property? ... the schmuck has a paper route!"
Your ambition should be to get as much life out of living as you possibly can, as much enjoyment, as much interest, as much experience, as much understanding. Not simply be what is generally called a "success."
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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