Mosaic
April 18, 2012 at 10:46am

 
We’ve all heard the phrase; “It doesn’t matter where you’ve been, it only matters where you are.”

Yes and no. So many things in life are like this. No simple answer.

It does matter where you’ve been. No one ever forgets what you’ve done, especially if it was something you’ve done wrong.

Everywhere you’ve been, everything you’ve done, all become paving stones on your path, or tiles in the mosaic of your life.

A mosaic that we all build everyday, with everything we do, say or by what we choose to be.

Some mosaics are in plain sight. Anyone that glances at these people can see their life with various degrees of clarity. Some folks live their lives so openly that it is the easiest of things to see who they are and what they are “made of”.

Others build in the secret places. Build quietly. You know that they have a mosaic, we all do. You know that they are building one, but just trying to catch a glimpse of it is a real challenge.

Some build deceptively. A thin paper shell of appearances hiding what they are really building. Just dont look to closely at their life or the illusion will tear open.

Some others build in the light. Rather, from an enlightened perspective. Their vision clear and their “vision” clear before them. They build with purpose and a driven intent. Usually, what emerges is truly a masterpiece.

Then there are those who build in the dark. Ignorant that there even is a light. Refusing to believe you when you try to show them. Forcibly closing their eyes to the light and to you. Its easier to not believe in light in order to not face the mistakes they have made.

These people know they are building…..something. They know that they must build. Eventually, as with everything, what they made comes to light. Sometimes, the light comes crashing in on them, revealing what they’ve done in harsh clarity. Some will choose to change and begin to build better. Some, in facing what they’ve made, are simply crushed by it. The reality of it becomes to much.

Sadly though, some build in the dark to completion. The mosaic of their life only coming to light when they die. The mess, whether accidentally beautiful, or horrific, revealed in the end.

Then, there are those who dont think that they have to build at all. Their pieces just accumulate around them with no ryhme, no reason or purpose. Simply careening through life creating piles where they go. Accomplishing nothing, being nothing. Usually, their piles have to be picked up by others……

So. Here’s the truth, as I see it. It DOES matter where you’ve been. It simply matters more where you are right now.
Everyday you will get pieces. Some will fall on you, some will be thrown at you, others you will stumble onto. Though, more often than any of us want to admit, we CHOOSE what pieces we put into the picture.

Never forget you are building.
Never forget that one day, everyone will see your life either here or in Heaven.
At the end of things, your mosaic will be put on full display for the Universe at large.

So, choose your pieces carefully. There are no exchanges once the piece is taken. Build and place your pieces carefully. Once placed, they are forever.

Words to live or die by.
July 5, 2012 at 7:24pm
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

~Tecumseh~