“Everyone has a distinct role to play in this world. So have you. None is big or small. Important or unimportant. Learn to accept yourself as you are, a part of the whole. Live by it. You will then be free from the menace of complexes.” — A. Parthasarathy, Governing Business & Relationships

This should be the first rule taught in school, every single year, to reiterate, to emphasize, to show the importance of appreciating not only oneself but every other person of this world. Every person.

Not giving in to emotion – like I did yesterday. Governing one’s days with intellect supreme, not emotion nor whim, not insecurity nor ego.

Looking out the window first thing upon waking and feeling grateful for the sun rising again in the east, for the swirls of color in the morning sky, for the ability to breathe in and breathe out, to appreciate the serenity and peace of the morning house, and of the child who climbs into bed beside you for a last cuddle before beginning the day.

Seeing your daughter laugh and smile, as she prepares the old fish tank with the marbles in the bottom for a de facto salon in the upstairs bathroom, and appreciating the way she invites her friend in for pampering. How selfless, how generous, how loving.

Appreciating your son’s eagerness to write in his school journal every single day, even over the weekend, and the stories he creates on those pages with suspense, anticipation and enthusiasm.

Imagining what it feels like to be the 4-year-old of the bunch, and how a fast-moving tire swing in the autumn afternoon park is frightening when it goes too high. Or knowing how he loves his froggy blanket with the same abandon he shows when throwing his arms around you and exclaims, “I love you!”

All of this is all of everything. There is no more and there is no less. A life is made up of moments and of insignificance that is so utterly significant.

The biggest challenge is seeing the beauty in everything and everyone. Even the snarky reporter – she has a hard job and is overworked to the point of exhaustion. Even the parents who don’t quite understand you or may be afraid of the strong voice they raised you to have. Even the basement overflowing with sewage – not exactly beautiful per se but par for the course of owning a home and wow, aren’t I lucky to have one as beautiful as this, despite its flaws.

Despite our flaws.

They are everywhere and nowhere, for being real is all about accepting the warts and pockmarks, the stumbles on the road and the pitfalls. It’s being a few pounds overweight or glamorously thin while feeling nervous inside.

It’s a good day, this one. Sorry for indulging you all in my unfettered emotions yesterday. Only human. But today I picked up my Vedanta book and remembered about my intellect. So now it’s back and I’m walking the road unencumbered by emotion.

Even the sailor, lonely on the catering waves.

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