Superstitious

Every so often, and most assuredly that moment will arrive unexpectedly, we are brought to a point to reflect on our life's progress.  What better time to address the topic then on Friday the 13^th; an auspiciously superstitious day as for some a playful wink at misfortune.

Now it'd be colossally swell to dwell in the light of success. Ah, to bask in accomplishments and really relish, then savor, all of our many fine talents and tantalizing attributes. Having grown up on Disney, I intended in earnest, to live such a fantasy.

  A youthful heart has a love affair with dreaming, it just felt so darn pleasant.  Soon enough tasks and rituals taken on in living efforts become burdens; then no matter what the rationalization, the fun is diminished.  Childhood was a state of having needs met by those who had authority over us.  And, since we didn't have a vote on the arrangement, we learned to navigate the seas of others approval power and punishment rather quickly.  It was not so difficult to discern the cause and effect of our behavior on our world under such stark conditions.  Most times we only protest when our privileges and freedoms were curtailed for violating a rule...or two. When that happened we referred to the event as an example of injustice.  Yes, we learned unfair at the battleground of our adolescence.

   We discovered hypocrisy in measured bites like learning to suffer liver and onions for supper. It was undeniably something we had to suffer through.  We learned which rules could be bent, and which ones shouldn't be broken, and that lesson would be condition dependent and serve as a template for the rest of our lives.

We discovered how to make friends, and in time, how to make those friends trust us.

We also learned how to become a friend, through sincere allowance of personal faults that couldn’t be helped.

We learned the burning fury of lust, yet did not learn the gentle touch to love until much later; that task was meant for us after we left the nest and could practice our own choices. 

Some are still rehearsing.

We learned to perceiver adversity, and that not all tears are cause for sadness.

We learned resiliency through disappointment, and victory in having tried.

We've mastered a host of skills and wisdom's that are not evaluated by any other standard than, "does it work, and if not, try something else."

It'd be comforting to allow our personal philosophy room to grow. 

Where belief was flexible as principals are intended to be. 

In a rigid environment of absolutes, nature will diminish. 

When perfection is the value, then permanence is the expectation. What an evil taskmaster that can become. 

Yet the saving grace in all of our exploring remains the quintessential truth that cannot be denied, and if fortunate, discovered without delay.  Where change is our friend, and that 'it came to pass' is a blessing of forgiveness.  

Not to mention, there's always room for dessert!