I always thought that
the Dewey Decimal System was a mystery, that my tires would never go flat, and that people learned what they were supposed to do at an early age and spent the rest of their life trying to do it. Somehow, we would all figure out what we did best, based upon our interests. Somehow, it would all click.
I was wrong
People lack patience. The patience to build a paper airplane. The patience to watch a microwave dinner bubbling with molten cellophane. The patience to warm the eyes with a radiant sunset, forgetting where the earth ends and the heavens begin. Waiting in busy traffic, we choose careers as we choose lanes; the opportunity opens and we charge in quickly. We have the right of way.
Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. For if you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. So in like manner you must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs, and they will then be powerless to vex your mind.
~Leonardo daVinci
Settling in our minds
the paths that lay before us, we curiously await the outcome of our fragile decisions against this buffer; this long afternoon stroll we call life. We we arrive home, our feet tired and our souls worn, we can only hope that we chose wisely. I know I did.
You will find out what it is
that you are supposed to do with your life. You have the capacity to learn, to gain insight and knowledge. Many years from now, reflecting back on what you thought were your greatest errs, you will make amends with your self and realize that it was all just a funny game of scrabble; that all those words that didn't make sense at the time, somehow added up. And yet--even as your lungs fight each other with a lust for oxygen that sustains your body now--so it will be then. Everything will make sense. Everything will just click.
