Today's Quote: "Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant."-- Horace
I agree with this in the most personal fashion... without the silent years I'd never have found my real voice. For good or ill all the emotional neglect and brutal times blessed me in ways an easy life never could have. It made me strong, yet left me weak! It forced me to cope when I had no hope. It opened a path between paper and soul... it fractured me yet made me whole. God blessed me with a talent as a reward for walking wounded without a whimper. I'm a real trooper, or so I've been told. I thank Him daily for the blessing that outlived the curse. And I always will!
Some people are born with talents they develop as children and continue honing throughout their lifetime. They come by them naturally... a gentle extension of self. Other people find them by accident and study them until they become second nature. And some of us find a hidden treasure that saves our sanity. There is an internal wholeness that develops so that whenever the rug gets jerked and the floor suddenly disappears there is a solid center that can be depended upon not to collapse.
Whatever talent is born of agony brings with it comfort to all it touches... it's the place where a damaged self has room to heal enough to pass it on to their fellowman. It makes all the difference between changing a willing victim into a wounded warrior. A comic and a clown are said to be funny to battle sadness; they self soothe by bringing laughter and joy to others. All talents have great value, no matter their source... but the passion that comes from pain creates a purpose that is soul-deep. If you were born with one cherish it. If you stumbled on one exercise it. If one was ripped out of you build on it till it can carry your weight and expand it until it is capable of lifting others up as well. Think about it... let it ride... then decide!!!
I agree with this in the most personal fashion... without the silent years I'd never have found my real voice. For good or ill all the emotional neglect and brutal times blessed me in ways an easy life never could have. It made me strong, yet left me weak! It forced me to cope when I had no hope. It opened a path between paper and soul... it fractured me yet made me whole. God blessed me with a talent as a reward for walking wounded without a whimper. I'm a real trooper, or so I've been told. I thank Him daily for the blessing that outlived the curse. And I always will!
Some people are born with talents they develop as children and continue honing throughout their lifetime. They come by them naturally... a gentle extension of self. Other people find them by accident and study them until they become second nature. And some of us find a hidden treasure that saves our sanity. There is an internal wholeness that develops so that whenever the rug gets jerked and the floor suddenly disappears there is a solid center that can be depended upon not to collapse.
Whatever talent is born of agony brings with it comfort to all it touches... it's the place where a damaged self has room to heal enough to pass it on to their fellowman. It makes all the difference between changing a willing victim into a wounded warrior. A comic and a clown are said to be funny to battle sadness; they self soothe by bringing laughter and joy to others. All talents have great value, no matter their source... but the passion that comes from pain creates a purpose that is soul-deep. If you were born with one cherish it. If you stumbled on one exercise it. If one was ripped out of you build on it till it can carry your weight and expand it until it is capable of lifting others up as well. Think about it... let it ride... then decide!!!
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