The degree to which we dismiss or ignore the evidence of our efforts is quite staggering. Often we limit ourselves to specific outcomes or evidence. Because of this, the treasures reflected by the evidence cannot be seen as it does not resemble our narrow expectations of the path forward.
Is there ever a moment when there is truly nothing left to give. Everyone has experienced that moment of spiritual exhaustion. It’s that feeling of having tried and tried yet things seem to take three steps forward and two steps back. The idea of being positive becomes more of an annoyance especially when others attempt to be encouraging. It’s the journey through the valley and into the dark night. What is perhaps perplexing is the certainty held in believing that one has exceeded a reoccurrence of that experience. One is left speechless, exhausted, a little ticked off and thinking what that *%#@ !.
The money game continues to be the tool of measurement by which many determine their own value and worth as well as those of others. There are master players who are few and far between while the majority of the world struggles to figure out how to stay in the game if only as a pawn.
Do we understand what it is that we cling to in clinging to our ancestors? We are in love with the idea of our ancestral past and with that we cling to an idea about a lineage of people who validate our own present existence. There is a comfort felt in being cradled in our history regardless of the extremes expressed by the past. We honor those who have come before us. We honor their journey, their struggles and their triumphs. We believe in our ancestors and with that we hold tightly to the security of those who have come before us.