Like Those Christmas Packages under the Tree
Life is like opening your front door and seeing who is standing at your door or what package the UPS deliveryman has left there for you. Life is like unwrapping and unwrapping packages you find at your door again and again. You have many packages to open.
For every doorknob you turn, there is something waiting for you, coming up to you, nudging you, wanting you to explore it or have a taste of it or simply to tip your hat to it and say, "Howdy."
Life is all those Christmas packages under the tree. In days of old, it was expected that there might be coal or potatoes in some of the hanging stockings. Today, inhabitants of many countries in the world may have a tendency to expect only silver and gold. You may even be like this. To a degree, you may be spoiled. To a great degree, you may be spoiled.
You may desire roses, and receive daisies, and snub the daisies because they were not what you had in mind. Try welcoming the daisies, and perhaps a rose will be the next flower you find at your door.
Or perhaps you want a white rose, and you get a red one, and you are snobbish once again. Sometimes it is indeed hard for life to please you.
Sometimes life may seem to you like a waiter in a fine restaurant, and you don't like the service. The tea is too cold or too hot, You ordered off the menu, and yet what you ordered wasn't as splendid as you thought it would be. There may well be something you don't favor.
Can you imagine any of the Great Ones being displeased at what food was brought to them? Can you imagine any of the Great Ones saying, "Why oh why, do I have poor service? Why, oh, why, is this my lot in life?"
Can you imagine any of the Great Ones saying, "Why must I serve the masses? Why must I walk the world and give it sustenance?"
Or, can you imagine any of the Great Ones saying, "Why am I sitting under a Banyan tree when I could be carried in a carriage?"
I suspect you may ask such limp questions as: "Why do I have to work? Why can't I sit under a tree? Or swim the seas? Why do I have to row the oars? Why am I the engineer of a train instead of a passenger? Why can I not set the route I take?"
Perhaps you have an entourage of such questions as limitless as the sea.
I ask you to consider making statements rather than asking questions. I say to you now, "Why oh why continue to ask unanswerable questions? Why ask questions that begin with why? Why keep on hammering at your dissatisfaction?"
It is like this, beloveds: Have your dreams and desires. Follow them. Hold them high before you. Cease referring to how far away your dreams are.
If you are a sailor, I encourage you to say: "I am on my way. I am crossing the ocean. I steer my ship in the direction I want to go."
If you are a sailor, I discourage you from saying: "Oh, when will I set foot on the other shore? Will I ever set foot on the other shore? It is so far away, and I am so far away from it. Why oh why am I in the middle of the ocean when I want to be on shore?"
Beloveds, the time for complaining is over. There has been too much of it. No longer discourage yourself and the world around you. If you cannot sing a different tune, then will you kindly, for the sake of the world and yourself, be quiet?
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