I had a lot of time last week to think. When I think, I putter. Here's what I decided:
I think we often get so caught up in seeing things for what they are that we fail to see what they could be.
We're blinded so much by what we perceive that we fail to recognize the full potential of the thing.
If we can't get past that first obstacle, we can't form a vision of the possibilities or start clearing away the rubble to see what's under the surface.
If we can overcome that obstacle, we start ourselves down a path of enlightenment and potential. That vision becomes our obsession.
As we proceed, we may lose sight of that vision. Things aren't looking right and don't seem to be going the way we'd hoped or expected. We begin to think we've made a mistake or that we've been overly ambitious with what we've got. We must constantly redefine our expectations.
If we persist, we begin to see that the vision was never really lost. Instead, we come to recognize that there are other forces at play in shaping it.
It's in this realization that we recognize the true potential. By letting go of our preconceived notions and allowing things to progress as they're meant to, without force, we begin to see it take on a beauty of its own.
As we relax, things take shape. Our vision changes slightly and what it has become begins to exceed our expectations. Our vision becomes reality.
It would be easy to stop at this point but that's when the really hard work begins.
From here on out, the approach we take should be subtle but persistent. We need to smooth out the rough edges and take away the surface scars of the previous approach. Only through this effort does the work take on a new luster.
Gradually, as we polish away the debris left by such a radical transformation, the inner beauty of the thing is revealed to us. We're proud. We have achieved what we set out to achieve. We may choose to hide it away for ourselves, or we may put it on display for all the world to see. We sit back and admire our hard work.
But we're still not finished. Over time, dust collects on our effort, taking back the luster we have bestowed upon it. Everyday pressures may form small cracks or chips in the surface.
All of this happens for one reason: to remind us that we must take nothing for granted. Only with constant care and involvement will our hard work remain a thing of beauty.
We must treasure what we have created, else we lose it.
The beauty of life must be constantly rediscovered else we are blind to it.