An alluring field, carpeted with the engaging rich purple, which deceives the eye to believe it, is starlight blue. Which is a travesty of scenery since it is of course noonday. The smell is irrepressible, a mix of floret and Blitheness. Laying against a venerable oak, deep into the planet and disposition of the publication in hand. The light breeze floats across the pages with such fragile force the world having just been in shifted into the nonfictional earth in which life truly dwells. Ah! That burst back into reality that thrust into the dismal actuality no matter how beautiful still jeopardizes the joy from the world you were once in, the one without obstruction, without desolation.
Hello! Since I’ve distracted you from the previous scene we might as well have a chat. Lets ask a question; mind you this is a heavy question. Since I have forewarned you from continuing this read as it may stir up emotions you’ve hidden away in the dark chasm you call your "heart". Full of secret hallways and doors you have only begun to realize are there. Then, as every good boy and girl finds, right when you think you've given you're whole self up to be an open book to the creator of all. You find another door and once again become lost in this great abyss, stumbling upon more and more locked, barricaded portals.
So what is this question that would evoke such emotions? Simple. What is your true motivation? This is a broad question and there are hundreds of directions to travel, the primary focus being 'why do you want to be successful?' Is it to get earthly praise, get a position of high authority, be recognized by the kingdom of Gods finest, and be recognized by the world? I'll let you think on this one while I continue where I left off, in the field.
If you are wondering why we stopped in the middle of this detailed prologue, to ask such somber question? I happen to be slightly ADD. Answer is simple enough!
Sitting in the field blah blah blah, big words, the use of a thesaurus, adjectives, and 30 minutes later we're again under the tree out of the book and into reality. Looking around the beauty is cloaked by the creative power behind the book and true beauty and perfection isn't good enough anymore. So seeking for that perfection, that minds eye appeal, a stroll seems to be the best retort for such a sudden jolt into nonfiction life dwelt in.
On a side note, describing the scene for you I have decided I wouldn't mind sitting under a tree with a book. Seems to me like a fantastic place to be, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life (as cliché as that phrase is it fits just right) and the worries of tomorrow are light-years away. This person is a bit unsettled if you ask me. But that is not for me to judge so we're back to the story.
Dawdling along the path, worn by habitual travel from innumerable subjects trudging along as this barren being. Plagued with thoughts and emotions even the loveliest scene can't distract. What will please this burdened soul? What happiness is missing from the heart, what hole is bellowing out 'I need something more! I need the next step!' Discontent with ones surroundings, searching for the next adventure, the next mountain to climb.
Oh! but then once reached, discontent turns to "mal", Malcontent. Yearning for peace, now knows what was and the realization of the marvelous life before. Alas the mountain is here, there is nothing to do but climb it. The next question is were their preparations made for this adventure? What supplies are there to draw from? I hope you brought your bear repellent.
Squirrel! Another distraction, still the question posed before is up for another examination. ' Hey batta batta batta swang swang' and a miss. I don't think you've even given the question a thought! Thank God that he gave me grace so I can give you grace and I'll finish the story where I left off. Just promise you'll think about the question don't fret I'll digress again.
Looking down from the midst of this mountain in this lofty position it is easy to give up and go back to the oak, lost in the world dissembled by another. Simulating the paragon fooling oneself that, this is in fact the adequate way that we should strive to achieve. Alas, being half way there looking forward towards the goal it seems as though going this far has to be worth something so finishing the task is the only option.
Climbing a mountain is no small task, you can't just grab a rock and go. You must make sure you plan ahead. asking the question ' will this step be theta best path to the top' or 'how sturdy is this ledge, can i rest on it for a stretch?' In reality the process of climbing a mountain is an excellent juxtaposition of life. Asking the same questions in respect to the path of life has the potential to prevent conscious self torment and mutilation.
Such words are so fervent, is this such a necessary commentary. No, not really but the words, when used correctly, identify analogously to the story. I feel as my native tongue being english that it is only proper to use the language to my advantage in describing a scene. The words are there for a reason, most feeling left out due to lack of use by the common Englishmen. Again, I digress.
The hardest part of climbing a mountain is lifting up to the safety of the top. Seems simple enough, but keep in mind the distance just traveled climbing, not to mention the wear and tear on the body. In pure exhaustion gathering the strength to finally complete the task is a stimulating position. Deep breath one. Deep breath two. Deep breath three. Deep breath four. Deep breath, slight pause, five!
Oh the pain! The worn muscles giving their last effort, the mental excitement being too much to bear! Fingers callused and blistered from the rugged terrain. Breathless and panting from the adrenaline rush a moment ago, you breath a huge sigh of relief. Finite! How that revelation is fulfilling, the emotional roller coaster that just slowed is a peaceful feeling. From potential death at one wrong move to safety is a relief and the breath taken breaths out all fears and tension.
But, I know this sounds cliche, this story has been told one million times. The road of restless, struggle, accomplished, tragedy, ending unknown being either or joyous or glum. But is a huge word. the word itself is a conjunction, connecting two sentences or ideas giving somewhat of a condition to the previously stated emotion, event, idea or plan. Making this word a very bothersome word. In the words of Winnie the pooh himself, "oh, bother."
As sad as it is this quest does have a "but" in it. You see once the initial facade fades and all there is left to do is stand up and continue the journey. Standing on top is a magnificent sight. The tree line has a ravishing, alluring, soporific affect on the eyes. The hardships were worth it for this scenery, What is next? Where is shelter? Food? Companionship? But. it took a while to get back to this "but" (no pun intended) alas we have to detour once again.
What is your true motivation. Got ya, You have to answer yourself this time. Take a few moments and think about what your true motivation is. Are you trying to become someone? Are you trying to teach people something? Have you tasted leadership and yearn for more? Remember that the whole purpose of this life is "And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." (NIV 1984) Love people. That is how you become a leader. Be servant leader and you will be fulfilled. It is not about a position, it is not about numbers, it is not about quantity. It is about Serving people out of love and devotion to seeing personal growth in yourself and individuals you influence. .. [TBC]
