Life provides many steps like those made of stone. The master states that life is like a stone. Walk on it and let rain hit it and without proper care the rock will erode and become that of a pebble. Rock is hard but with the slightest touch over time the rock will become smooth and will become small in size.
Each thing in life takes time, and care to be present, like maintaining a stone walk way. Sweep it wash it, and dry it. Never water a stone at night for the sun is not there to dry it. Truth is water expands whatever it touches if only by a slight amount. The expansion with pressure can cause the rock to break, however to dry of a rock will also cause a rock to crack.
I guess life is somewhat like a rock. If your too careful the dry life will crack, and if your not careful enough then life will break. I have never really considered myself to be a good looking fellow, nor a strong gentleman, but I guess that is a way I see myself. In reality I wear away the edges of the rock by being too careful.
One stone a mountain you have not, but many many pebbles can become a mountain. A boulder in the middle of the river can be moved by the current given time. When a person thinks of stone they think stability and fortitude, but any mountain person that has climbed or lived in mountains know that stones are not always secure. In fact stones can be quite the opposite, they can move under your feet, or slide around.
Things are not always what they seem, and occasionally people forget that in their observations. Why bring up stone works, and observations. Well a path laid out should be built with stone on top of water. Giving you the stability of the rock and yet the free flowing of motion from the water. Never forgetting that in observations that things can be quite the opposite from what they appear to be.
Everything has a yin side and a yang side, but most people see one side and ignores the other. Their observations are clouded in a haze of prejudgment. A decision they made up through emotional ties wrapped up from past experiences, and sometimes rightfully so. The pain of loosing love can hurt worse than never having love again.
I have laid a path before me, and while this path is made of stone some careful steps need to be performed to allow fluidity to flourish as well. The plan is simple really, plus it gives the joys of both yin and yang. The plan has the fluidity of being with a person or without. Allowing peace of mind while giving me the ability to engage my mind at will, instead of always having my mind engaged.
Looking up at the galaxy during my vacation, I realized that compared to the things in this universe I am but a small pebble looking for the right beach and the right pebbles to call home. I am a pebble being swept by a current that I can only nudge in a direction. A tidal force being the propulsion of my way. I do not have to be great or grand, or even smart or funny. I just have to be a pebble and let the tidal force plant me where I am to be for the time being. Being content with where I am and what I have been given by the river of time, the river of fate.
Compared to a star I am just a grain of sand on a little blue planet. A beautiful blue and green planet. Being small and realizing I am small is humbling, and to be honest I am fine with being a small spec of sand, hidden in the background that people do not see, only ones that see the light from this pebble are those that look. I am fine with knowing there are few out there that can acknowledge this pebble, and that enjoy having this pebble around.
Just background noise for all others, a piece of dirt nothing special, but in the dirt you occasionally find gold, and only those that look at the dirt will find it. Those that go on by and say, nothing special about that it is just a piece of dirt, will pass a gold nugget without realizing it.
My lesson for today. We are small compared to the view of the galaxy. We observe humanity with emotions and prejudge things instead of looking for the good in people. If you never find out what is beneath the surface you may never find the finer things of a person.
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