There are times as it sit in my favorite restaurant watching the parade of ancient clientele shuffle by that I think to myself - there for the grace of the gods go I ...
Who do you become when you have forgotten who you are?
As I walk through life these days I can't help but notice the endless debris around me. Fractured pieces of broken dreams that clutter the landscape as far as the eye can see.
How many times have I myself discarded pieces of my life that no longer work or which I no longer need? The trouble with this cosmic debris is that it tends to make a mess for everyone and serves no purpose.
Wouldn't it be better I thought to recycle these fragments and perhaps even use them as building blocks for the future. I have found lately that it is these very experiences in life which we have shed that in fact have made us who we really are.
Much like a reef in the ocean or a mountain range on dry land, we are a compilation of our thoughts and experiences whether happy or sad. We are the thing life has made us and the product of our journey sculpted by our own hands.
Once I thought that I had no choice in my fate, that the universe and karma where the directing forces and I must follow the course. But looking more closely at my every day plight I noticed that instead it was me who had control and that life was merely the ocean in which I swam.
Granted there are powerful forces out there that can be rather formidable but it is we who make the choices every moment of every day that eventually take us to an end or a new beginning.
We are our own destiny ... no one else can be!
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