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There is no stillness in life, only the illusion of stillness. Life does not wait for those who linger in the past. Life does not reward those who tarry along its majestic journey. Nor does it shower its most valuable gifts upon those who are incapable of appreciating them.

Life rewards boldness not cowardice. Life leaps to the defense of those who reach out to her with both hands, but is slow to comfort the idle. Life looks for her equal in her companions, those who rush out to greet each new day and do not lay in bed dreaming about what was or what never was, or bemoaning the unfairness of it all. For is not life herself the ‘it all’ they refer to? Shall she degrade herself by bowing before the uninspired, the lazy, the indolent and bestow her precious gifts on those who are unwilling to learn from her, or on those unwilling to pay the price of her wisdom?

Whether we would or no, there is no escape from life. There is no door with a sign hanging above it proclaiming, “This is where you get off from the merry-go-round of life.” There is no getting off. There is no exile. Even death offers only the most temporary of illusions of escape from life’s unbreakable grip.

So does it not make more sense to learn from life, to glide gleefully along her current, than to struggle against her rushing waters and risk being overwhelmed by her magnificence?

If you have never learned to swim in her surging tide, perhaps a tentative toe in the water would be a more prudent first move than to dive head first and be overcome by the force of her rolling rapids. For life will reward even your most tentative reach in her direction, like a mother who holds out her arms in breathless anticipation of her toddler’s first steps. Do not let fear of her punishments keep you from seeking the splendor of her gifts, for her rewards are dispensed in the same measure with which they are sought.

And do not let fear overcome your resolve and cause you to turn back and seek the perceived safety of what was. There is no what was anymore. There is only what is and what we make of it. Does the oak that has stood in the same ground for decades look back fondly on its memories of when it was an acorn on its mother’s sturdy branch? Perhaps. But does he strive to remain that acorn forever? Do his dreams revolve around returning to his former state? Why should that be so when he has already experienced himself as the potential for the tree he has become? Why should he wish to repeat the manifestation of himself he has by now experienced and explored in depth? More likely his dreams revolve around the millions and billions of possibilities for himself he has yet to manifest, those he has yet to experience.

Should we not follow the example of the oak then? Rather than seek to freeze our lives at a moment or an experience we are particularly fond of let us focus on the infinite possibilities awaiting us in each untried moment of each new day.

This is life’s most precious gift to us. The infinite possibilities awaiting us in every fresh dawn if we are only willing to reach out and grasp her outstretched hands she extends in our direction.