While treading on my path, I wondered: Looking at others’ paths, why are theirs smoother? I looked at mine that had bumps & potholes. How easy is life for some of them? I muttered in dismay and a quiet sense of bafflement.
Oh, but these charming flowers!All Along my pathway. Blessings. While walking on my path I lose sight of them. And they are actually what makes navigating the bumps and potholes worth it all.But these bumps slow me down and help me prioritize. Otherwise, I would just move too quickly not realizing what’s most important. They help me to shift my focus.
Potholes ? They make me stronger & wiser. I am grateful.
Can those smooth roads ever turn me into someone who’s arrogant or slack? Maybe. My path may be imperfect but it is beautiful. Because it’s mine.Consequences of my own choices have charted it. I am making mistakes but I am not ashamed. And those smooth roads might go bumpy ahead. All good!
But everyone’s path is unique and blessed. Not meant to be compared. Respect, while not losing track of your own.
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