WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Sunday, March 6, 2022
This morning, as I sat at my desk hoping to type out a respectable piece of writing, I got quite frustrated because I didn’t seem to be having any luck. I guess I began to feel like a failure, like my endeavor to produce some good writing had not been a success. I got up and wandered around the semi-dark house in a tizzy, feeling sorry for myself for being a failure. But soon, another way of understanding success came to me. I noticed the morning mist outside was being a beautiful success at being mist, and the silent trees were successful at being silent. I saw some dust on my desk that was perfectly successful dust, and the little lamp beside it was, at that moment, making a very effective light. Then, for some reason, I noticed my breathing, my lungs silently lifting and falling, as they’ve been successfully doing for 80 years. I paused, and slowly a smile came. I stood for a minute or two in silence, thinking a few very successful thoughts about how success is always present all around me, for thousands and millions of miles. Tomorrow morning, I hope I remember that when I sit down at my desk to write.