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brushstrokes upon the canvas

Living with purpose is the life goal of many people.  What is my purpose?  What am I supposed to do?  What will it say when the days end and life is summed up in a few paragraphs in a newspaper?   What do you want it to say?   The time to make that difference is today.

 

A segment from Mary Oliver’s poem asks those questions, what will become of my life?

 

Mary Oliver, “When Death Comes” from New and Selected Poems (Beacon Press, 1992)

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

 

What do you want paint on your canvas of life?

 

Skyscape

The artist in the sky

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“No man knows himself or can describe himself with fidelity. But he can reveal himself.”

Louis Fischer

“1. That the good of the individual is contained in the good of all.
2. That a lawyer’s work has the same value as the barber’s, inasmuch as all have the same right of earning their livelihoods from their work.
3. That a life of labor-the life of the tiller of the soil and the handicraftsman – is the life worth living.” Gandhi, from “The Essential Gandhi” (p. 60).

Two quotes that express a revelation of self. We don’t know self but we can reveal self through our philosophies, our actions and our words. It is like we are an artist. We can cover the canvas with paint as an expression of the interior of our self. What color are we? What color naturally emanates from our words and our life? What painting is on the inside waiting to get out?

Gandhi speaks of equality. Do you think of yourself as equal to another? In this world there is a premium paid to some and little to another and yet the worth of each is the same. Far more often than not identity is associated with monetary worth. What does that do personal self-worth? How does that translate into personal success? How does that translate into doing well?

The yardstick by which we measure ourself is no shorter or longer than the yardstick by which others measure themselves. What is true about that statement? What is troubling about that statement?

Francis Fukuyama writes, “What the demand for equality of recognition implies is that when we strip all of a person’s contingent and accidental characteristics away, there remains some essential human quality underneath that is worth of a certain minimal level of respect …” from Our Posthuman future.

What question lingers in your mind?