Look Beyond Sight
(I’m going to start this off in the easy to relate fantasy realm… but the meaning is for any time)
There was a fair maiden as beautiful as can be. Every day she would wonder past the castle walls and be greeted by all the gents and not so gents… well many were not greets… but nearly pickup lines. She was just beautiful… long blonde hair, flowing elegant dress… the curves to desire… Each day she ventured along the castle admiring the pottery that seemed that the most skilled wealthy pottery that can be found in any far off land. The pieces were exceptional… only a true master could make such work… But once she started seeing someone she just got so much attention. She could have any guy do any task she wanted… Any gift she could get and sometimes without even asking… She wanted to eat at the pub with no open seats she would get nearly any seat offered to her. Wow! Life must be amazing… but for her… it was far from that.
It would seem that she should be happy… She could have anything in the world… but she doesn’t… She doesn’t have true happiness… it stops at her skin. She walks into a room and eyes just gaze at her beauty. And then it stops there. No one seems to go past that. Where it matters most. She lives a life of kindness and caring, but each day would be harder and harder because the favors in return and to be kind and caring, but to just be with such “eye candy.” Her heart became heavy… Days and nights became saddened. Each day she became more and more tired… she needed to figure out something to do.
She woke up early and started a morning stroll. She left before the sun came up to get out of the city limits. By time it was light out she was strolling by the stream alone… She placed her hands over her heart… said “I release you into the wild to be safe for I cannot trust anyone within the city walls…” That instant a dove flew from her hands… “Each day I will come and visit you to make sure you are ok…” She just delivered her heart into the dove. No one would earn her heart because no one would really see it… see her for just who she is. They only get lost in her beauty… People think and dream of being so beautiful… but it’s not an easy living.
Each day she would stroll by the river and make sure the dove would be near…. Just in case… she never gave up hope completely. But one morning the dove wasn’t there… she looked and looked, but didn’t find that dove. She even ventured far down the river and past a little hut that always had a fire going and seemed ever so busy. The next day she looked and looked and didn’t find the dove… passed that same house, but saw something this time, but the person did not ever look up once. Next day a bit more empty… she ventured again… still no dove… has her heart flown away for no one to ever have? Again… the person at the hut kept his head down yet again. A week passed and no dove… no looks from the man at the hut… She has lost hope, but each day she kept on looking to fill that emptiness.
Two weeks later…. She still has no dove... no heart… She stopped at the hut… She went up to the man… “I have passed by her for two weeks now and you have not even looked at me once.” The man responded, “I don’t need to look you in the eyes to know just who you are. I know your beauty even though I have never seen you. I don’t need to see you. It doesn’t matter how your hair looks, how tall you are, what you wear.” The girl was curious…. Why is he saying these things…. After a pause… The man pulled out from behind some bushes a dove… with a bandage on its wing. “I found this dove injured by the shore… I picked it up and held it close. For two weeks I tended to this wonderful creature and learned so much about it. It’s faint heart didn’t beat for one, but for two… for you… It fell to see if anyone would notice. Each day I shared the warmth of myself to help it recover. I know who you are without even meeting you. You have such a warmth inside you… such a glow… such pain… Some days I thought the dove wouldn’t make it, but I never gave up… I just gave it that much more care to keep it going.” The man still never looking up… “The dove is better… here is your heart back… Don’t let it go, but keep it close and well guarded. Never give up hope. If you do the right person will just walk right by you. Take back your heart and know that there are people that really do care no matter how rare they may be.” He reached out to give the dove back to her. Still not looking up. She grabbed the dove and as soon as she did he turned around and went behind his hut… Curiosity struck the fair maiden… She just had to see what he did day in and day out… She always say smoke burning from the back, but never knew just what he did… and what she say amazed her eyes… He was the potter that provided the work ever so elegant being shown at the castle. She never imagined such work to be done here. Until she stopped to think… She realized that such wonderful pottery could only be done from a master of the arts… and to become a master you can’t live around such luxury and wealth… Material goods only become a distraction and takes away from the elegant pieces being created. He simply put his heart into his work. He didn’t have anyone else in his life to give it to so he gave it to his work… But it wasn’t work for him… it was his passion. She wanted to talk to the man some more, but she learned enough today and went home with a smile on her face.
(I’m trying to bring up two parts in this story, but focusing mainly on one. Being a person of observation I watch what goes on. I see all the time people get hit on… flirted with… tried to get taken home because they are attractive… but it stops right there… It’s exactly the saying never judge a book by its cover… Always look beyond just the appearance. You learn so much more about a person. Never assume if someone can get any person to talk to them by just walking by doesn’t ever have their own hardships. To me I think that is a hardship alone. And also for the person that doesn’t get noticed is a hardship as well. Honestly I’m glad I’m not such attractive blonde with wavy locks and sexy curves! (If I was a girl that is) Seriously, I don’t want to linger on the that that nasty old man just undressed me in his mind as I passed him. I’m glad I’m just some meh guy that doesn’t get any looks or very few… That just means to me that someone that gets to know me is really getting to know the real me. This isn’t about me though… it’s about you or that person next to you or across the hall… Never pass judgment or make an assumption about someone until you are in their shoes… until you see just who they are. And yes it’s not easy to do so… Many of us are very guarded… but try and maybe you will be allowed to enter in even if just a little bit. Even go beyond looks… how about emotion? Someone may seem always happy and carrying a smile, but be in so much pain on the inside… I have been there… Take the time to care… and it’s not that hard to do!
My second point… sometimes the greatest work done is done by the simplest people… by someone that doesn’t live for luxury and fame, but lives on their passion knowing they are completely pleased with the work they do. This actually ties into a discussion that was done tonight… errr 4-6-09. It related to the show “Dirty Jobs.” Mike Rowe commented about the people doing this jobs that seem awful to most people are done by people that are happy. They just seem to have it made… they work as a team… the whistle while picking up road kill.. And I have experienced people that make $60,000 a yr selling jewelry nearly complaining every day about their job. People at my current job complaining and it’s one of the easiest jobs you can find that makes good money too. Seriously! It saddens me… Just never good enough for people… Where does it matter most? The trade skill jobs matter very much… everything around you was made by someone’s hard working hands. Have you ever tried to move a ton of sand with a shovel only six feet? I have and after two hours I was exhausted… and to think people do work like this every day and sometimes six days a week… but I bet they go home with such a sense of worth like no other. I go home from my current job feeling the same as if I just sat at the tv for eight hours… it has no meaning to me… I guess my point is distorted a bit… 1. Work with a passion and live a full life. 2. Before you complain know there is work out there that is more difficult than yours and pays half of what you make… 3. The people doing that work are happier than you… 4. What matters most to you? Making the big bucks to only find out you spend it just as fast buying bigger more expensive things to only realize you have that much more debt, taxes, etc to pay for… or a job you work with a passion.. going home a little tired, but with a sense of worth?)
There was a fair maiden as beautiful as can be. Every day she would wonder past the castle walls and be greeted by all the gents and not so gents… well many were not greets… but nearly pickup lines. She was just beautiful… long blonde hair, flowing elegant dress… the curves to desire… Each day she ventured along the castle admiring the pottery that seemed that the most skilled wealthy pottery that can be found in any far off land. The pieces were exceptional… only a true master could make such work… But once she started seeing someone she just got so much attention. She could have any guy do any task she wanted… Any gift she could get and sometimes without even asking… She wanted to eat at the pub with no open seats she would get nearly any seat offered to her. Wow! Life must be amazing… but for her… it was far from that.
It would seem that she should be happy… She could have anything in the world… but she doesn’t… She doesn’t have true happiness… it stops at her skin. She walks into a room and eyes just gaze at her beauty. And then it stops there. No one seems to go past that. Where it matters most. She lives a life of kindness and caring, but each day would be harder and harder because the favors in return and to be kind and caring, but to just be with such “eye candy.” Her heart became heavy… Days and nights became saddened. Each day she became more and more tired… she needed to figure out something to do.
She woke up early and started a morning stroll. She left before the sun came up to get out of the city limits. By time it was light out she was strolling by the stream alone… She placed her hands over her heart… said “I release you into the wild to be safe for I cannot trust anyone within the city walls…” That instant a dove flew from her hands… “Each day I will come and visit you to make sure you are ok…” She just delivered her heart into the dove. No one would earn her heart because no one would really see it… see her for just who she is. They only get lost in her beauty… People think and dream of being so beautiful… but it’s not an easy living.
Each day she would stroll by the river and make sure the dove would be near…. Just in case… she never gave up hope completely. But one morning the dove wasn’t there… she looked and looked, but didn’t find that dove. She even ventured far down the river and past a little hut that always had a fire going and seemed ever so busy. The next day she looked and looked and didn’t find the dove… passed that same house, but saw something this time, but the person did not ever look up once. Next day a bit more empty… she ventured again… still no dove… has her heart flown away for no one to ever have? Again… the person at the hut kept his head down yet again. A week passed and no dove… no looks from the man at the hut… She has lost hope, but each day she kept on looking to fill that emptiness.
Two weeks later…. She still has no dove... no heart… She stopped at the hut… She went up to the man… “I have passed by her for two weeks now and you have not even looked at me once.” The man responded, “I don’t need to look you in the eyes to know just who you are. I know your beauty even though I have never seen you. I don’t need to see you. It doesn’t matter how your hair looks, how tall you are, what you wear.” The girl was curious…. Why is he saying these things…. After a pause… The man pulled out from behind some bushes a dove… with a bandage on its wing. “I found this dove injured by the shore… I picked it up and held it close. For two weeks I tended to this wonderful creature and learned so much about it. It’s faint heart didn’t beat for one, but for two… for you… It fell to see if anyone would notice. Each day I shared the warmth of myself to help it recover. I know who you are without even meeting you. You have such a warmth inside you… such a glow… such pain… Some days I thought the dove wouldn’t make it, but I never gave up… I just gave it that much more care to keep it going.” The man still never looking up… “The dove is better… here is your heart back… Don’t let it go, but keep it close and well guarded. Never give up hope. If you do the right person will just walk right by you. Take back your heart and know that there are people that really do care no matter how rare they may be.” He reached out to give the dove back to her. Still not looking up. She grabbed the dove and as soon as she did he turned around and went behind his hut… Curiosity struck the fair maiden… She just had to see what he did day in and day out… She always say smoke burning from the back, but never knew just what he did… and what she say amazed her eyes… He was the potter that provided the work ever so elegant being shown at the castle. She never imagined such work to be done here. Until she stopped to think… She realized that such wonderful pottery could only be done from a master of the arts… and to become a master you can’t live around such luxury and wealth… Material goods only become a distraction and takes away from the elegant pieces being created. He simply put his heart into his work. He didn’t have anyone else in his life to give it to so he gave it to his work… But it wasn’t work for him… it was his passion. She wanted to talk to the man some more, but she learned enough today and went home with a smile on her face.
(I’m trying to bring up two parts in this story, but focusing mainly on one. Being a person of observation I watch what goes on. I see all the time people get hit on… flirted with… tried to get taken home because they are attractive… but it stops right there… It’s exactly the saying never judge a book by its cover… Always look beyond just the appearance. You learn so much more about a person. Never assume if someone can get any person to talk to them by just walking by doesn’t ever have their own hardships. To me I think that is a hardship alone. And also for the person that doesn’t get noticed is a hardship as well. Honestly I’m glad I’m not such attractive blonde with wavy locks and sexy curves! (If I was a girl that is) Seriously, I don’t want to linger on the that that nasty old man just undressed me in his mind as I passed him. I’m glad I’m just some meh guy that doesn’t get any looks or very few… That just means to me that someone that gets to know me is really getting to know the real me. This isn’t about me though… it’s about you or that person next to you or across the hall… Never pass judgment or make an assumption about someone until you are in their shoes… until you see just who they are. And yes it’s not easy to do so… Many of us are very guarded… but try and maybe you will be allowed to enter in even if just a little bit. Even go beyond looks… how about emotion? Someone may seem always happy and carrying a smile, but be in so much pain on the inside… I have been there… Take the time to care… and it’s not that hard to do!
My second point… sometimes the greatest work done is done by the simplest people… by someone that doesn’t live for luxury and fame, but lives on their passion knowing they are completely pleased with the work they do. This actually ties into a discussion that was done tonight… errr 4-6-09. It related to the show “Dirty Jobs.” Mike Rowe commented about the people doing this jobs that seem awful to most people are done by people that are happy. They just seem to have it made… they work as a team… the whistle while picking up road kill.. And I have experienced people that make $60,000 a yr selling jewelry nearly complaining every day about their job. People at my current job complaining and it’s one of the easiest jobs you can find that makes good money too. Seriously! It saddens me… Just never good enough for people… Where does it matter most? The trade skill jobs matter very much… everything around you was made by someone’s hard working hands. Have you ever tried to move a ton of sand with a shovel only six feet? I have and after two hours I was exhausted… and to think people do work like this every day and sometimes six days a week… but I bet they go home with such a sense of worth like no other. I go home from my current job feeling the same as if I just sat at the tv for eight hours… it has no meaning to me… I guess my point is distorted a bit… 1. Work with a passion and live a full life. 2. Before you complain know there is work out there that is more difficult than yours and pays half of what you make… 3. The people doing that work are happier than you… 4. What matters most to you? Making the big bucks to only find out you spend it just as fast buying bigger more expensive things to only realize you have that much more debt, taxes, etc to pay for… or a job you work with a passion.. going home a little tired, but with a sense of worth?)
No comments:
Post a Comment