The clock is ticking

The cock is crowing, and;

The sun is going to bed.

Finally gets back home and stretches out easily on the soft sofa, relishing the rest that oozes from the leather.

Brings out the To-Do list, and realizes today adds its little dot to the days of journeying in perfectly curved circles.

‘Well, I’m not smart enough, skilled enough, good enough, pretty enough.

In fact, I’m cash-strapped and broke!

Pocket is broken with holes,

Body broken with fatigue,

And the heartbroken into fine pieces by pain.

It really isn’t my fault, I might end up messing it all up.’

Friend, it’s easy to go ahead and list out all the reasons  we wouldn’t launch out into the deep blue sea  of our To-Do list and catch the biggest fish(es) our hearts have always longed to catch. Giving excuses to do that one-thing or some-things we know we should do; releasing the power of creativity and possibilities, innovations and inventions crying out from our insides. 

But permit yourself to stand up right now, move with gentle strides to the window-side and  look out through the  wide opening.  Raise your head, and gaze upright to the sky. Open your inner eyes to  the endless world of possibilities laid out bare before you.

There is a need, an open spot right there for you and I at the very top, if we would look up and start up the small things our hearts long to do. Let our imaginations and skills soar, with wings large and powerful, gazes straight and fierce like the eagles.

We really do not need to start big, be excellent and top-notch at the very beginning.

We only need to start and go ‘crazy’, with much doggedness, until it’s done. 

You don’t stop when you’re tired; you only stop when you’re done.

It’s a new day, no matter what the time says because the seconds are always new…  So wipe up the beads of perspiration streaming down your face unto your neck and down to the insides of your cloth and launch out. 

‘So what if I fail?’ You ask me with eyebrows raised and doubts written all over your face

‘It’s fine. Absolutely fine. You fail?  Then try again!’

Rome wasn’t built in a day, so you score a percentage, (no matter how small) of the shot when you agree to say ‘I will’. 

But zero is displayed on the scoreboard when you refuse to say the words of love to your tasks, your dreams and utter: ‘I do’

Let’s go back to the kid’s song and sing with reckless abandon

‘Good, better, best. I shall never rest until my good is better, and my better, best!’

Then launch out! 

Stand upright,

Grip the bow handle,

Place the arrow on the bow

Position your fingers,

Draw the string,

Aim straight at your target,

And Release! 

Just Release.

Love,
BelovedAanu