Mornings start slowly for me. I wake early, make a cappuccino and read or think or sit quietly until I’m ready to move into what will generally be nonstop until dinner. Sometimes words, like these from Anthony de Mello, help start my day and make me aware of what is important.
Compare the serene and simple splendor of a rose in bloom with the tensions and restlessness of your life. The rose has a gift that you lack. It is perfectly content to be itself. It has not been programmed from birth, as you have been, to be dissatisfied with itself, so it has not the slightest urge to be anything other than it is.
I hope you find contentment in being yourself today and every day. I’m working on it, too.
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