"...there are two, no three things I am especially thankful for. They are the ability to read, memory, and imagination. Because with these three things I can go anywhere in the world, see anything I want to see, experience the good by choice, identify with bad because I have been bad, sorrow for loss because I have lost. I rejoice because I have contentment and I am happy (most of the time). There are things I wish I had done or had not done, but regret gets you nowhere except to beat yourself up for things you cannot change."
– Wilma Presler O' Banion
As I expectantly approach the 90 days until departure mark, with both anticipation and fear, I can't help but smile at the thought of leaving behind one less regret in life by chasing after my dream. I know it's been a few weeks since I've last blogged, but you can thank both a boiling pot of water and second degree burns for that. While being incapacitated and immobile for more than 10 days, I realized that two weeks from this horrific accident the suffering has dissipated dramatically, and, while it's taught me a higher respect for boiling water, it has also taught me that as the regeneration of cells during the healing process can be uncomfortable–even painful, it's necessary and does pass more quickly than a suffering that can be slow and succumbing in nature. A suffering that creeps up to reveal itself only after time has stolen away ones ability to pursue that dream.
"People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go far away forever, or moments that could have been good but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when those things happen, we suffer terribly."
"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." – Paul Coelho
– Wilma Presler O' Banion
As I expectantly approach the 90 days until departure mark, with both anticipation and fear, I can't help but smile at the thought of leaving behind one less regret in life by chasing after my dream. I know it's been a few weeks since I've last blogged, but you can thank both a boiling pot of water and second degree burns for that. While being incapacitated and immobile for more than 10 days, I realized that two weeks from this horrific accident the suffering has dissipated dramatically, and, while it's taught me a higher respect for boiling water, it has also taught me that as the regeneration of cells during the healing process can be uncomfortable–even painful, it's necessary and does pass more quickly than a suffering that can be slow and succumbing in nature. A suffering that creeps up to reveal itself only after time has stolen away ones ability to pursue that dream.
"People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go far away forever, or moments that could have been good but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when those things happen, we suffer terribly."
"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." – Paul Coelho
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