Suppose someone gave you a pen—a sealed,solid-colored pen.
You couldn’t see how much ink it had.It might run dry after the first few tentative words or last just long enough to create a masterpiece (or several)that would last forever and make a difference in the scheme of things.You don’t know before you begin.
Under the rules of the game,you really never know.You have to take a chance!
Actually,no rule of the game states you must do anything.Instead of picking up and using the pen,you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will dry up,unused.
But if you do decide to use it,what would you do with it?How would you play the game?
Would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word?Would your plans be so extensive that you never even got to the writing?Or wouldyou take the pen in hand,plunge right in and just do it,struggling to keep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where they take you?
Would you write cautiously and carefully,as if the pen might run dry the next moment,or would you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe)that the pen will write forever and proceed accordingly?
And of what would you write:Of love?Hate?Fun?Misery?Life?Death?Nothing?Everything?
Would you write to please just yourself?Or others?Or yourself by writing for others?
Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold?Fancy with a flourish or plain?
Would you even write?Once you have the pen,no rule says you have to write.Would you sketch?Scribble?Doodle draw?
Would you stay in or on the lines,or see no lines at all,even if they were there?Or are they?
There’s a lot to think about here,isn’t there?Now,suppose someone gave you a life...
All of us ought to be able to brace ourselves for the predictable challenges and setbacks that crop up everyday.If we expect that life won’t be perfect,we’ll be able to avoid that impulse to quit.But even if you are strong enough to persist the obstacle course of life and work,sometimes you will encounter an adverse event that will completely knock you on your back.
Whether it’s a financial loss,the loss of respect of your peers or loved ones,or some other traumatic events in your life,these major setbacks leave you doubting yourself and wondering if things can ever change for the better again.
Adversity happens to all of us,and it happens all the time.Some form of major adversity is either going to be there or it’s lying in wait just around the corner.To ignore adversity is to succumb to the ultimate self-delusion.
But you must recognize that history is full of examples of men and women who achieved greatness despite facing hurdles so steep that easily could have crashed their spirit and left them lying in the dust.Abraham Lincoln overcomes a difficult child-hood,depression,the death of two sons,and constant ridicule during the Civil War to become arguably greatest president ever.Helen Keller made an impact on the world despite being deaf,dumb,and blind from an early age.Franklin Roosevelt had polio.
There are endless examples.These were people who not only looked adversity in the face but learned valuable lessons about overcoming difficult circumstances and were able to move ahead.
The tides advance;the tides recede.Winter goes and summer comes.Summer wanes and the cold increases.The sun rises;the sun sets.The moon is full;the moon is black.The birds arrive!the birds depart.Flowers bloom;flowers fade.Seeds are sown;harvests are reaped.All nature is a circle of moods and I am a part of nature and so,like the tides,my moods will rise;my moods will fall.
It is one of nature’s tricks,little understood,that each day I awaken with moods that have changed from yesterday.Yesterday’s joy will become today’s sadness;yet today’s sadness will grow into tomorrow’s joy.Inside me is a wheel,constantly turning from sadness to joy,from exultation to depression,from happiness to melancholy.Like the flowers,today’s full bloom of joy will fade and withers into despondency,yet I will remember that as today’s dead flower carries the seed of tomorrow’s bloom so,too,does today’s sadness carry the seed of tomorrow’s joy.
And how will I master these emotions so that each day will be productive?For unless my mood is right the day will be a failure.Trees and plants depend on the weather to flourish but I make my own weather,yea I transport it with me.
And how will I master my emotions so that every day is a happy day,and a productive one?I will learn this secret of the ages:Weak is he who permits his thoughts to control his actions;strong is he who forces his actions to control his thoughts.Each day,when I awaken,I will follow this plan of battle before I am captured by the forces of sadness,self-pity and failure—If I feel depressed I will sing.If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labor.If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.