Can any of you understand the glorious feeling of having a sad, disappointing chapter of your life finally, finally close and a whole new bright and shining one open up before you like life is new, and wonderful, and full of potential and hope and wonder again?
If you can, then you can sympathize with me.
If you can't, I feel sorry for you. It's an inexplicable feeling.
Like how clean the world can feel after a completely violent, huge, loud, overwhelming thunderstorm.
My thunderstorm is over. The world is clean.
I can see the sun again. Better, even, than before.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Give A Little...
Y'know how that Coke ad says, "give a little love and it all comes back to you?"
It's not the same truth if you give a lot of love that you can't help giving. It actually rarely comes back anywhere near equal measure to what you gave out.
The trick is not to care, and to realize that you're here to spread love across everything so that it can fill in the tiny cracks of lives that people don't realize need constant filling until you've gone.
What you have to learn (and this is usually the hard part) is how to prep yourself to live with knowing your only appreciation will be a constantly posthumous thing.
But then, the task of life is service - a charity of sorts. Charity isn't something we do to get credit. It's not something we do just to get to heaven. It's the very fabric of which heaven is wove.
All I'm saying is that maybe loving EVERYTHING too much is a soul's way of attempting to repay God for that act of greatest Love.
Mosiah said it best: "When ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the service of your God."
And I guess that true mortal progression comes when you realize that you can never repay God for all you've been given, and that you keep loving and serving the people around you anyway.
Is there really such a thing as settling for laying up the proverbial treasure in heaven?
The world's such a tainted, crummy place anyway. Why settle for it's recognition?
I'm not saying this to any of you. It's just something I had to explain to myself this morning.
Always,
Chels
It's not the same truth if you give a lot of love that you can't help giving. It actually rarely comes back anywhere near equal measure to what you gave out.
The trick is not to care, and to realize that you're here to spread love across everything so that it can fill in the tiny cracks of lives that people don't realize need constant filling until you've gone.
What you have to learn (and this is usually the hard part) is how to prep yourself to live with knowing your only appreciation will be a constantly posthumous thing.
But then, the task of life is service - a charity of sorts. Charity isn't something we do to get credit. It's not something we do just to get to heaven. It's the very fabric of which heaven is wove.
All I'm saying is that maybe loving EVERYTHING too much is a soul's way of attempting to repay God for that act of greatest Love.
Mosiah said it best: "When ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the service of your God."
And I guess that true mortal progression comes when you realize that you can never repay God for all you've been given, and that you keep loving and serving the people around you anyway.
Is there really such a thing as settling for laying up the proverbial treasure in heaven?
The world's such a tainted, crummy place anyway. Why settle for it's recognition?
I'm not saying this to any of you. It's just something I had to explain to myself this morning.
Always,
Chels
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