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We Expect Too Much of Each Other
In my heart, I know that there is more beyond what
I see than I could possibly imagine.
Sometimes I get so caught up in the mundane
day-to-day struggle of life, and of trying to be what I think other
people expect me to be, that I do not allow myself to BE who I am.
I am under no obligation to grieve for the
economy, to grieve for the loss of another’s opportunities (that may
never have been for their highest good anyway), to grieve for the
hurtful comments made by another adult, to grieve for their lack of
enjoyment of life.
I am under no obligation to grieve for you.
So, please, stop expecting me to. Stop getting
angry with me because I do not grieve for what you feel you do not have
in your life.
You have so much.
And yet you focus only on that which you do not
have.
- I would rather celebrate
having one dollar in my pocket than grieve for the fact that I do not
have two dollars in my pocket.
- I would rather celebrate
my simple small apartment, than grieve for the big seven bedroom house
that I do not have.
- I would rather celebrate
every second of the lives of my children, than ever ever grieve for
how much it costs to raise them.
- I would rather eat soup
and scones for dinner at home with my family, than grieve for the
dinner I am not having in a fancy restaurant.
- I would rather celebrate
the days I get to spend with my father and sister, than grieve at the
months during which we live thousands of miles apart.
- I would rather marvel at
the sunrise, than grieve over the pile of ironing that I could be
tending to.
- I would rather celebrate
that last piece of chocolate cake, than mourn that it is almost all
gone.
- I would rather relish ever
second that my friends can spend with me, than mourn that we don’t get
to see each other enough.
- I would rather celebrate
the heat of the day, than complain that it is too hot to go out.
- I would rather enjoy that
cup of tea at the foodcourt up the road, than complain that the sweat
is running down my back.
- I would rather walk on
aching feet to the coffee shop to share cheesecake with my child, than
say no and loose that special time together.
My life is what I make of it. My life is joyous,
because I choose to see things through joyous eyes.
My life is abundant, because I choose to see the
abundance in life.
We see what we look for. We find what we expect.
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