Two Perspectives

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“It’s not enough to wish, dream and hope. Even children know this. We must set sail into the sea of uncertainty. We must meet fear face-to-face. We must take our dreams as maps for a greater journey. Dreams, to come true, need a good story. So go live one.”  Vironika Tugaleva

 

Two men saw a pile of rocks in a field. 

The first man only saw a pile of rocks and walked away.

The second man saw a great house in which he could satisfy his dream and walked away altered forever.

The first man struggled to get things done and to find purpose in his life.

The second man built his dream home and inspired others to do the same. 

Be the second person, looking beyond what is presented, looking beyond your fears, and finding the secrets, the mysteries, and all the glories it contains.

 

Richard Wagamese was an award-winning author and journalist.  He was an Ojibway from the Wabaseemoong First Nation in northwestern Ontario, whose work was deeply influenced by Indigenous experiences in Canada.  He died last year, at 61yrs.  His wisdom and his love of life will live on in his words.

 

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17 thoughts on “Two Perspectives

  1. I literally sailed on the ocean, and I have also sailed on the sea of uncertainty.
    Sailing on the sea of uncertainty does make a good story.
    But it affected me so deeply, I still can’t find the strength to write it….

      1. I have tried several times and didn’t get very far. Even after all these years, the memories burn. I was homeless for awhile. I was told that I would not survive because I had no “marketable skills,” and it would be fun watching me fall apart and die. So there was a fear that followed me every day. The interesting thing is, looking back, is that I was protected by ‘something.’ In all my wandering, I never got hurt. In fact, I met compassionate people at every turn. I saw things that I would not have otherwise seen–Like the street person who had a shopping cart with a beautiful, sparkling sign on the side that sad: Expect a Miracle. But each time I look back at all the interesting things that happened, I also uncover the intensity of the tidal wave of emotions that I felt then. Sleepless nights ensue, I end up with a tremendous headache….and the story never gets written.

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