The need to fix “things” is a compulsion I can no longer afford. The world is spectacularly flawed, seemingly with intention, and I can only perceive it all, as perfection unfolding. This understanding will offend those who perceive the world as being broken. My intentions are not to offend, rather to offer an alternative outlook. If we see ourselves as broken, we are broken. If we see the world as broken, it is broken. If we look around us and perceive the people in our lives as being broken, then indeed, they are broken. And naturally, from the viewpoint of brokenness, we will feel the need to “fix” the others, the world, and ourselves before we can begin to enjoy our lives just the way our lives are. I’m sure that some of the readers who were offended are now starting to question certain aspects of their personal outlook. After all, if we spend our lives trying to fix everyone and everything, including ourselves, this leaves no time at all, to relax and enjoy the journey. I am declaring myself, finished with fixing. Instead, I’ll be extremely busy, evolving.
This is a quote from one of my favorite authors/books that I’ve read (and reread, perhaps thirty times) – James Allen (1864-1912) penned, in his book titled “As a Man Thinketh” –
“The world is your kaleidoscope, and the varying combinations of colors which at every succeeding moment it presents to you are the exquisitely adjusted pictures of your ever-moving thoughts.”
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