When I was younger,I thought that to love one's self was vanity and not a virtuous trait.As I have grown olders,that belief has past away,as have so many others .There is a vast deviation between being vain and loving one's self.
We are all in this world together striving for more or less the same things.To contribute and have our lives count for something.To love and be loved.To laugh and yes,to cry.
We seek shelter,nourishment,a mate,warmth,clothing,family,friends;we seek approval,love and selfesteem.We are all imperfect.Often during our search we forget to simply enjoy what life is.We become so caught up in what could have been,what should be,what maight be,that many of our todays are lost.Let yesterday rest,live for today,hope and dream for your tomorrows.
If there is some part of you that lessens your selfimage,some part of you that prevents you from loving yourself,change it,for only you can.Life is filled with things we have no control over,but overselves we can control.You are the clay,you are the sculptor and you have the ability to creat a masterpiece.The shape and form are there.You have only to refine the work.
Is the task an easy one? No.There will be slips and flaws and you will be repuired to work and rework the clay before the piece condemning it as worthless because of a blemish or nick? Of course not,where then would all the word's treasured art be?I doubt we would have any.How many masterpieces do you think have been created in one fell swoop,a first effort completely successful without error,without change?Is it possibole we fail to see that mankind is the most marvelous of all works of art? A living, continuous,developing work of art.
Again, I say to you that these words are merely feedlings and thoughts,one person's outlook and subject to change with tomorrow's setting sun,as I too continue to sculpt the lump of clay given to me at birth,called self. |
