The World’s A Stage
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,…”
William Shakespeare…
My world is a stage…you…you are but a player on my earth.
I was quick to judge you as you were quick to judge me.
I looked at my own flaws through your eyes. I sought perfection in myself as I did you. But often, you failed me. Repeatedly, I failed you.
Recently, I heard someone say, “I found that if I was not the problem, there was no solution.” I had to drink these words, allowing them to flow lightly over my tongue as I swished them around in my mouth so I could savor the statements reality.
It was up to me (through God) to find serenity–not you.
There is a “bit of good in the worst of us and a bit of bad in the best of us ” (from the Big Book of AA) reminding me that we are all flawed and just trying to endure the performance of our life— each day we try-out for a new scenario.
But we are good too.
Survival–life. Maybe more. Abundance? (John 10:10)
But I have come to believe that my addiction is the best thing that could have happened to me. Proving to me that I know very little about what I need and what is in my best interest. So, maybe you judge me by my failures–my addiction. But God judges me by failures and how I rise from the ashes of destruction –”for My ways are not your ways.” (Isaiah 55:8)
Thus, I have learned that all the times I thought I had the world figured out, you figured out and gave you long endearing advice, I really didn’t know what was good for you for I did not even know what was good for me.
So, today I resign from having all the answers.
And whatever is in front of me at the moment, whatever I find peace in at that instant…IS God’s will for my life.
Humbled? Maybe but I am content in living in the background of my stage of existence.
Beautifully Awkward
Her Broken wing 
October 17, 2010 at 5:56 am
Amen.