Grounded

While the sensation of achieving news levels in your own power and strength can be almost orgasmic or better remember the power of control.

The same as imagining the rushing river, massive power and force moving through and recreating the world. This energy fills our breast and veins when we move ourselves in the path of life. Everyone has their own life path and the path is very fully set. Just as a beaten foot path or even a expensive and well constructed highway will fade away as it is retaken by nature as it is not used. The paths we find the rushing rivers of life force moving through are as fluid as the water used to represent them.

We create these foot paths and highways as we use them and the power and energy we seek will find its way into the river bed we carved for them to fill. So what of the endless work and determination or digging the trench that would one day be our rushing river of vitality and fertility? Sometimes vallies run dry, great canyons carved by pure Will but remain fruitless and dry. Does one simply give up and try striking gold in another land all together? Or does one continue to carve his dry, dead and lonely canyon.

The truth is perception and acknowledgment of place and purpose. Some work long fruitless lives, so it seems. But the truth or reality that in the mind of the canyon carver, the work is without fruit and without reward. But as the saying goes "The world becomes a better place when old men plant trees they never plan on lying in the shade of". While wordy, it shines light on the beauty of seemingly fruitless work. While your work may not bear fruit for you, it may provide the perfect place to bear a different fruit for a different person, or generation. So you make a choice, either through your logic or just your way of life. Do you wish to be the youth that gains everything he wanted in life, or do you take the role of the father who practices great sacrifice of personal pleasure and reward for the reward that is of greater personal worth, providing something for others.

Neither one nor the other is more worthy or better than the other. All colors, all elements and lives are what make this world what it is. This diversity in the choices people make and the lives they live.

Remember, no one carved the grand canyon. Water did. You are the rushing river, and a river never named itself.