I’m riding my bike into town, thinking of how the world looks through my eyes. My view, my dream, my world. When I die, this unique collection of experiences and expressions that I have creatively embodied dies with me. Like a snowflake, the tapestry I have woven, for better or for worse, can never be duplicated.
If each of us recognized we have that kind of power in the choices we make – could we, would we change the world for the better? Would we still get caught up in someone else’s dream because it somehow seems easier? Given minds, does it really seems simpler not to think? Given dreams, does it truly appear less discouraging to support another’s vision rather than our own?
Just today I am going to pretend what I do, think and say makes a difference. If I cannot summon the energy to actualize a dearly held dream or desire, I will simply contribute my intention to visualize a harmonious world. I will pray for the alleviation of suffering. I will still the voices of doubt and fear, replacing them with hope and kindness – just for today.
And then tomorrow, which is really just another today, maybe I will once again release the pause button and begin participating in Creation.
