“Making your mark on the world is hard.
If it were easy, everybody would do it.
But it's not.
It takes patience, it takes commitment,
and it comes with plenty of failure along the way.
The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't.
it's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it;...”
― Barack Obama
It is evening....
I'm tired...
exhausted from a week of running, working out, working, cleaning, being....
I don't want to think about anything but sleep....
and
then I see this picture of a tree that I took
on a hike....and my mind begins to
wonder....
I start thinking about why someone would carve their initials,
a picture,
their love...
in a tree on the side of a cliff out in the middle of nowhere.....
I suppose,
underneath all our daily living...
what we really want to know is
that
somehow
we did just that...
made a tiny little mark..
somewhere in the universe...
somewhere on this little planet we call home.
I look at the world...
it is so big...
and
here
I sit...
on
a couch
in the middle of the south,
under full moon sky,
with
the first fall-like evening
where there is a cool crisp bite in the air....
and
wonder about my little mark....
I think about it,
wonder about it,
sit some more and fight off sleep...
making our mark...
it is hard work,
takes energy and tools and ideas
and
courage I do suppose...
trying is the hard thing..
getting the first little nick
in the wood...
daring the first time,
moving,
pushing,
sweating even....
hard work it is...
we
might think we've messed up,
that it isn't good enough,
but
doing something,
making a nick,
a prick
even just a scribble
out of our true authentic self
is better than the alternative...
doing nothing...
walking in robot like fashion,
going through the motions,
too afraid to speak up or out or for...
silenced by terror,
shaken to the core,
hiding from others....
perhaps...
this scribbling and nicking
and carving in trees
is
a safe place
to try it first..
to be true to self
and
name
a place in the universe..choose a thing to bear our imprint...
even if it may be off the beaten path....
making a mark,
scribbling against the smooth surface,
moving with all your might
in
a silent hidden world,
it is a good thing...
leaves a dent,
lets' others know..
you exist....
let's us know we exist....
a tiny tree,
small pen knife,
silent and alone,
push it in,
scribble it,
trace the letters of your name
and
make
your authentic mark
on the world.
It's not easy,
but
oh..so freeing...
Go on...
on this cool Friday evening...
Make your mark...
scribble a bit
and
be...
it's better than doing
absolutely nothing...
happy day
and
hugs...
