New Readings

For the past several days, I've been reading "Created for Greater Things" by Jeffrey R. Holland, "You Majored in What?" by Katharine Brooks, and "Never Eat Alone" by Keith Ferrazzi. Somewhat related, mostly not, but amazingly insightful as I go through another "And this to shall pass" moment in life. The reliability of the Theory of Chaos has demonstrated itself to me again. When I'm looking back at key points in my life and going through those marvelous moments, and often great wastes of time, when I think 'what if' and 'where would I be now'. I believe I am arriving at where I want to be. I should actually say, I think I'm almost at that point, a few things still need to be in place.

I'm playing with a deck of cards. The deck that creates a foundation for some aspects of our lives. A slight shift may bring on the crashing reality, but at the same moment, this deck just may turn to a foundation of exotic bricks with a pattern of unique design that only fits me ... at this point.

I'm learning that what I think I need, is far from what I receive in life. But once I realize what I've obtained, and attained, there's a strong sense of satisfaction for the making my way through the path that I found; the path that was intended. I came across two old compasses my father used. One when he was traveling the Alps, the other maybe from his military life. I set them beside the barometer that once set upon our player piano. Each night, as he returned home from work, he'd flick the face of the barometer with is finger to see which direction the needle would move. He was a scientist, a fish biologist to be exact, with his PhD. But his heart was formed from his life's experiences and how he impacted, and was affected by those he knew, served, and loved. The heart wasn't formed in the lab, except for that portion that was reserved for the habitat of fish in the northwest and those who needed a healthy fish population for their sustenance.

With his factual approach to knowing the right 'direction' of his surroundings and his love for those encompassed in his sphere of influence, he was a man among men. Never seeking promotions, praise, or awards, but pressing himself to accomplish the results that others sought to acknowledge, he found where he belonged and to those to whom his service belonged.

I'm getting closer to finding my own compass and my own drive to deliver the results that others need now and in the near future. I feel that I'm on the verge, but I don't believe it will be a moment of 'brilliance', but rather a moment of calm comfort ... followed by hard work to make it happen. I anxiously wait, ponder, study, and work, towards that juncture.