I
recall hearing someone say that angels can fly because they take themselves
lightly, and it always sounds to me like excellent advice. I’m not interested
in flying, but I would like to shed some of the seriousness which occasionally weighs
me down. I sometimes walk around like I have loads of responsibilities on my
shoulders – like I’m some special superman who has serious tasks to perform, tasks
that simply must be done by me alone. On those days, I take myself way too
seriously. Unlike angels, I’m weighed down by a dreamed-up sense of my own
importance. On those days, flying is out; self-absorption and slogging is in.
On
other days, lucky for me, I get loose from this seriousness and see myself for
what I am – just a twist and twirl in the everlasting dance of a generous
universe. My silly self-importance disappears like a small star in the vastness
of dawn. I feel light on those days – light and free and ready to relax with
life instead of wrestle with it.
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