Cat took the swing today.
I recall in one of my earlier jobs, my boss mentioned said we always had to look at people strengths and not their flaws.
I found it inspirational at that time.
Another boss told me sometimes it's better not to be regarded too highly. The higher you are placed, the more your are stretched. The more you are stretched, the more the flaws will show. If you stretch too far beyond your limits, you will break at your weaknesses.
Even as I swing back and forth on my favourite swing in the early morning, like the cat, some things remain.
The question for me was, does the cat belong on my swing of life? Or do I belong there? Or maybe it's not even mine.
One day, each of us has to find our own swing. Life is as clichéd as a box of chocolates but the chocolates also tell a certain truth of the choices of life. I went running today because I ate too much chocolates. I ate too many chocolates because I was stressed and upset by my work. And the canal is where I run. The journey that I take every Saturday that reflects the journey I run. When I eat too many chocolates, the run gets harder. It feels longer.
It's true. For many of us, we will never be the best performers. There will always be someone that runs faster, or longer. Someone's box of chocolates will taste nicer. And some cats that sit on the swing never give you a chance.
But in our journeys, we still get to define who we ultimately are.
Are we someone who truly belong we only look at strengths and not flaws? Isnt that also against the religious code my boss stood for? That humility and acceptance of our humanity and others humanity is just as important as recognising the complete power and purity of God?
Are we someone who believes that stretching and maximising the potential of the rubber band is important, and why do we look for snaps rather than look at the ability of the rubber band to elastically work, over and over again.
Our viewpoints will never be perfect. People point us in the right direction within our two dimensional field of vision, and yet we feel the third. Even as we feel the third dimension, we sense the fourth. And even beyond the fourth, there are many others.
Cats. Chocolates. Canals....
Coffins?
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