There are a lot of lessons I've learned over the years... More often than not they were taught to me by my father, reinforced in real life by my mothers love for him, and mirrored in the little ways of my every day life.
The things you put into motion will always have a reaction. Affecting you, your friends, even the people you may never meet. It might be bad, it might be good, it might not even matter. But the choices you make and the rules you set for yourself will always be amplified in the people you keep close to you. Its a beautiful simplification of the golden rule. The amazing truth that what goes around will come around. Its deeper than that though, the goings and comings around... It doesnt always manifest in such an alpha omega pattern. The small things you take part in can shape you in such a subtle way that you dont even see them coming.
You see, the things you do wont always define the great moments in your life, the foundation for the greatest moments in your life will also be the things that happen to you. Its not to say you cant put your own wind into your own sails. You have to steer the boat, and you will.
But you can never forget the force of the fates. Its not destiny, its not precognition. Its the little things so small you never even knew they happened. A butterfly flaps its wings in Peiking, you get rain in central Kitchener. A caterpillar wraps itself in a rainsoaked cacoon, you get sunshine on a November afternoon. Its a cautious step out your front door, and your life can change forever.
Its scary to think of it, all these little parts of the machine, all working in perfect unison to make sure you get where you're supposed to be, but its also kind of wonderful. The world that gave us life, whispering that sweet story to us all, the comedy, the tragedy, the life, the death, and of course the growth.
Its a big deal, this world of ours. No one likes to think about how little control is actually there, the pushings and the swayings. Showing us amazing new treasures daily that are not of our own persuit. Its a strange existance when all is told. Who can love and harm with such transparent ambivalence. Taking and giving with with such an apparent lack of precedence. What ever we're doing here has some amazing way of working out though.
It seems to put us exactly where we're supposed to be. Just when we're supposed to be there.
-not done yet. drunk, going to bed. 6:51am, January 24th 2011
Thank You James For Allowing Me To Share Your Work With My Friends
I am so proud of you and I love you.........Grandma
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