And she said
“It’s amazing how when you change one thing,
Everything else changes.”
You and I both know this to be true.
That faded quilt blanket which hangs inconspicuously upon your wooden chair,
Appeared to have the same old familiar pattern for years;
Until suddenly, one day, that same blanket seemed to possess a whole new array
Of shades, shapes and complexity stitched throughout,
Because you changed one important thing,
And thereby grew yourself a new pair of eyes.
People sometimes tell me, “You have so much potential;
You could be this, or that, or this, or that.”
I am not sure what they mean anymore, or what I mean anymore,
When we speak about becoming this or that,
Or fulfilling some sort of unlocked potential.
Perhaps it is the pressure to be something more than what we already are at this moment,
Which only adds to our discontentment.
I am learning and trying to trust the journey, as well as the notion that,
“It is written.”
It is surely a sad thing- no, a seemingly tragic thing,
When a dream that made the heart hopeful for years,
Proves itself to be part of the path, but not the path.
This is when we must learn to trust the path the most,
And rely on our own inner strength.
It is certainly pleasant to surround ourselves with loved ones,
And those with whom we can share our joy.
Yet, it is even nicer when you can enjoy the company of others,
While you are always invisibly resting within a house built upon solid rock,
When most others rest visibly in their houses built upon sand.