Desire

It can be one of the seven deadly sins. Or it can be just a hiccup. Desire...

Work before passion measures our craft in terms of contribution, not in an idealized model of perfection.

Where as it is not

wrong to have a goal you desire to reach and work at, we do need to be realistic.

Talent. There were two sisters. One had talent and things came easy for her. The other sister had talent, but in order for her to succeed she had to work hard. Success didn't come easy.

We hear people tell children, 'you can be anything you want to be'. That isn't really true. As adults we have ideas in mind when we say that to children. Children don't always have those same ideas in mind when asked what they want to be.

When I was a child I absolutely loved horses. I often pretended I was a horse. Running around making neighing sounds. My cousin Coco and I jumped hurdles and whatnots like a horse would...

We never grew up to be horses. Reality was we were little girls and one day we would be grown up girls. And when we grew up, we were fine with that.

When we think of the questions 'have I really lived and have I made a difference', there are other questions that come to mind.

What, for instance do you have to accomplish in order to answer yes to both of those questions? Do only the people who have done great things qualify to answer those questions with yes?

I've used the young man coming home from school and befriending another student who was being bullied.

Years later when the bullied young man was receiving honors and accolades for his achievements, he revealed that the day his friend stepped in and befriended him was the day he had planned on taking his own life.

What do we desire? What is our passion?

But we live our lives as if doing the common things really isn't important, or as important. I've thought the reply from Scrooge's nephew in Christmas Carol is fitting:

“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,' returned the nephew. 'Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!” ― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Matthew 6:19 "Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon the earth, where moth and rust consume, and where thieves break through and steal: 20) but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth consume, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: 21) for where thy treasure is, there will thy heart be also."