Powerful I Am
Today, power means to be in control for me.
The events of the day have reminded me that I can not change the past, but NOW is completely in my control, in my power; clay in the potter's hand to mould as I desire.
It is easy to wax philosophical, even lyrical, when I'm sitting here typing away. It is a different thing to be faced with a situation where I feel wronged and deserving of understanding, comfort, pity.
Meanwhile, time waits for no man. January turns into December. 1990 becomes 2010.
And I still stand here, feeling worse than when it all begun. Having either achieved to attain all the pity I desired or, none but scorn and more misunderstanding.
Why is it so hard for us to see that chance that time presents for us to take matters into our hands, be in control finally, and turn the tide of events and circumstances in our favor. Once and for all. Is the enormity of the responsibility such that it over-shadows the reward we could have in satisfaction at having been in control for once?
We are powerful, so long as we are alive.
I have the power to decide what to think, feel, say.
My job may demand that I do things a certain way between 8 to 5, but the incriminating evidence on the dotted line cannot take away my power to dream, to think, to feel anyway I choose while I meet the obligations I signed up for.
I choose to exercise my power today over who I am now. Let others detest that I am powerful, I was created to subdue the earth!
The events of the day have reminded me that I can not change the past, but NOW is completely in my control, in my power; clay in the potter's hand to mould as I desire.
It is easy to wax philosophical, even lyrical, when I'm sitting here typing away. It is a different thing to be faced with a situation where I feel wronged and deserving of understanding, comfort, pity.
Meanwhile, time waits for no man. January turns into December. 1990 becomes 2010.
And I still stand here, feeling worse than when it all begun. Having either achieved to attain all the pity I desired or, none but scorn and more misunderstanding.
Why is it so hard for us to see that chance that time presents for us to take matters into our hands, be in control finally, and turn the tide of events and circumstances in our favor. Once and for all. Is the enormity of the responsibility such that it over-shadows the reward we could have in satisfaction at having been in control for once?
We are powerful, so long as we are alive.
I have the power to decide what to think, feel, say.
My job may demand that I do things a certain way between 8 to 5, but the incriminating evidence on the dotted line cannot take away my power to dream, to think, to feel anyway I choose while I meet the obligations I signed up for.
I choose to exercise my power today over who I am now. Let others detest that I am powerful, I was created to subdue the earth!
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