This year. I wish to renew my courage to live.
It sounds extraordinary if one has an identified terminal illness or so ordinary if one has a normal life with a reasonably healthy body.
Yet, the courage to live, truly live our lives remains elusive. To feel the breeze in our hair, to smile at a stranger, to tell anger that it has no place in my life, to let the to-do list slowly fly away to a table far away and rest there for a while so I can soak in the sun or smell the rain.
We tend to forget the immortality of each year, the inevitable end of it and the beginning of new is as real as terminal illness ( one that terminates us) as we know ourselves right then. In that sense, no end is final - there are no ends. Each moment is a chance at a new beginning, as our minds wait eagerly to take new instructions and the body waits to follow suit.
To become anything I would like me to be. This very moment.
In that sense a year gone by can terminate us of all the things we no longer care for and of all the things we wish we could be. And we can start afresh as the person we feel we deserve to be.
These are things I wish to Renew,
Courage to let bygones be bygones
Courage to let me extend myself without having to govern each move (I will escape the to-do list)
Courage to be hear my thoughts
Courage to trust that good happens to good
Courage to love without looking at the scoreboard
Courage to give without feeling wronged
Courage to not evaluate the value of every moment in terms of focused contribution to the various roles I have trapped myself in, mother, wife, boss, friend, neighbor, citizen...
Courage to let the people I love make their mistakes
Courage to forgive myself for a day spent lazing, for an expensive buy, for less time given to anything or anybody
Courage to love my self
Courage to let me be
Courage to simply L I V E.
I named my son vir (meaning brave), he is four now. I hope to one day explain to him that, all he needs to remember is to brave. Brave enough to have a point of view, brave enough to own it, brave enough to walk his path. And that all else will fall into place.
Today, as the revelry of unknown expectations of a new years' eve settles down and a new, absolutely new set of numbers and names we attach great value to as months and dates be our bridge to walk across to a whole new world of a million possibilities that do not label or put in us neat boxes; but ones that let us fly.
So we may know that we exist today, right now in all glory, in all we were and can be. That these dates are merely so, dates, made as a point of reference. That we in our potential exceed them. To this boundless sky may we fly.
May the divine within each one of us make itself known.
It sounds extraordinary if one has an identified terminal illness or so ordinary if one has a normal life with a reasonably healthy body.
Yet, the courage to live, truly live our lives remains elusive. To feel the breeze in our hair, to smile at a stranger, to tell anger that it has no place in my life, to let the to-do list slowly fly away to a table far away and rest there for a while so I can soak in the sun or smell the rain.
We tend to forget the immortality of each year, the inevitable end of it and the beginning of new is as real as terminal illness ( one that terminates us) as we know ourselves right then. In that sense, no end is final - there are no ends. Each moment is a chance at a new beginning, as our minds wait eagerly to take new instructions and the body waits to follow suit.
To become anything I would like me to be. This very moment.
In that sense a year gone by can terminate us of all the things we no longer care for and of all the things we wish we could be. And we can start afresh as the person we feel we deserve to be.
These are things I wish to Renew,
Courage to let bygones be bygones
Courage to let me extend myself without having to govern each move (I will escape the to-do list)
Courage to be hear my thoughts
Courage to trust that good happens to good
Courage to love without looking at the scoreboard
Courage to give without feeling wronged
Courage to not evaluate the value of every moment in terms of focused contribution to the various roles I have trapped myself in, mother, wife, boss, friend, neighbor, citizen...
Courage to let the people I love make their mistakes
Courage to forgive myself for a day spent lazing, for an expensive buy, for less time given to anything or anybody
Courage to love my self
Courage to let me be
Courage to simply L I V E.
I named my son vir (meaning brave), he is four now. I hope to one day explain to him that, all he needs to remember is to brave. Brave enough to have a point of view, brave enough to own it, brave enough to walk his path. And that all else will fall into place.
Today, as the revelry of unknown expectations of a new years' eve settles down and a new, absolutely new set of numbers and names we attach great value to as months and dates be our bridge to walk across to a whole new world of a million possibilities that do not label or put in us neat boxes; but ones that let us fly.
So we may know that we exist today, right now in all glory, in all we were and can be. That these dates are merely so, dates, made as a point of reference. That we in our potential exceed them. To this boundless sky may we fly.
May the divine within each one of us make itself known.
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