By spotogspindel | November 8, 2009
not for the best..
I wish for not just sun and mild winds.
I wish for wake-up calls that keep me in a continous process of thinking what I want with my life. Only that way can I have an active relationship with myown life. I wish for storms that I have to ride off, and I wish for hills to climb, so that I can enjoy the view from a better point than before. I wish for dense scrubs that I have to fight my way through, so I can arrive on the other side to a wider horizon.
I won´t ask for a light burden, but for a strong back. It is through resistance that strength developes. A thought that can not withstand critical questions, is not good enough and needs to be re-considered. But when the thought is thought through and can withstand skeptical questions and other resistance, then it is strong and clear.
Therefore I wish not for all the best. A life in eternal prosperity, where everything comes floating on a board, or gently falling like snow from the sky, where you don´t have to work for my wishes, it makes you passive and effortless.
I wish not to become a spineless, unconscious, little pudding, oozing down in front of life´s big television-screen demanding: ENTERTAIN ME!
I wish for just enough resistance to make my life rich, an interesting life, filled with exciting meetings with other people.
I wish for challenges, problems, to which I need to take a stand.
Where I need to make up my mind about what I believe, think is right and fight/struggle for it.
I wish for the will to take a stand, the courage to speak it and the guts to fight for it.
I wish for engagement, and a fighting spirit, and a living interest for all that is going on around me, I wish to actively take part in creating the reality that surrounds me and that i am a part of.
And I hope I meet myself in the door evry now and then, just so that I won´t become arrogant and conceited.
I wish for a REAL life.
I wish for a strong back. I wish for a real life. And I hope I remember my wishes when it feels like the world is crashing in my head, and I feel neglected.
I wish for peace in my soul, when unrest is about to take over. I wish that my soul will safely relax in assurance that my life is meaningful.
(exert from one of my art-journals)