How do you define greatness? Is it in wealth accumulated? Is it the adoration of multitudes or the kind words written about you? Perhaps Greatness needs a new definition; perhaps greatness can be seen in the love you have left to spare, after life has ravaged you with grief.
It’s a waste of time to try to fight darkness. In fact, fighting it strengthens it. This makes the darkness grow, and before you know it, you’ve become part of that darkness. The only way to end the madness is to silently seek the light. Seek that which resonates with your spirit, and energizes it, and make no apologies. Anyone who would tell you “You’re going the wrong way!” I might say “tell them to go to hell”, but you don’t need to. They are already there.
We always shy away from conflict. Some wars we never would have wished for. But if we can stay in the fight long enough, we would find lessons and rewards that would have been forever denied to us, if it had been left up to us.
Primordial. Incessant. Searing.
We have battled storms all of our life.
In fact storms, infinitely larger, have been waging war for eternity.
If only they would stop…give us a rest.
But storms are the stuff of conflict; the birthplace of growth.
If they were to end, all would end.
We must reevaluate our attitude toward storms.
Bring them on…let the battle continue.
It is often thought that warriorship is about violence, conflict and the hope of victory. In reality, warriorship is about the negation of conflict; its about letting the universe do whatever it will…and we just move with it.
Warriorship is less about combat, and more like an eternal dance with the divine.
It is common for us to tally our wins and our losses, our conquests and defeats, and it seems equally common to attribute our negatives as the result of external forces…external sources. But what is your reality REALLY? It is your interpretation…purely your own…of stimuli from life events so that you can categorize and make sense… in our own way…of the meaning of our life. We all are prone to a colossal error though; which is that our interpretation is a statement of reality, in fact it IS reality. We rarely if ever question the voracity of our interpretation itself. We are not who we are because of the sum of all of our experiences; we are who we are because of the sum of the INTERPRETATIONS of all of our experiences. Clearly, it would seem obvious that an analysis of our interpretations would bear more fruit in our quest for a meaningful life…than our cries of injustice, over which we have no control.