Have you ever seen a painting in a gallery that made you stop and take a longer look? What about a book - when you were done reading it, did you put it down immediately or hold it close to you as if to absorb what you had just read into your soul? Did you ever finger a fine piece of needlework and trace lines slowly so that sensory luxury could be remembered?
All these incidents bring together a very important part of life - something catches your eye, you want to remember it, and to recall it brings pleasure. Now, what about your life? Everyday life starts out with a blank canvas. We are handed brushes and paints so that we can create a masterpiece of beauty or a cheap imitation of some fine piece of living. The pages of our book are blank and bare cloth waits for our artistic touch.
What we paint, write, or create depends on who we are and what we want to accomplish with our lives. Some people do spectacular landscapes, while others stay within realm of “stick” people. Some will pen sonnets and great literary volumes, while others are content with over-the-counter, weekly gossip papers. A skilled craftsman will take needle of his very existence and embroider a fine tapestry, while others would rather use paper towels.
The one thing that we all have is same 24 hours, seven days a week, and 365 days a year. No one else is given more, and no one is given less. Its like a bank account, where 24 hours is deposited daily into your account, for your use, in any way you choose. At end of day, some will have added a profit, others will have taken a loss. The only constant is that tomorrow another 24 hours will be added and choice will again be yours.
Well, you may say, life is not fair with me. I don’t have opportunities, luck, or contacts other people have. My financial situation is not what I would like it to be so that I could accomplish better things. I never have enough time and I have too many commitments.
No, everyone’s account is not same in long run. However, they started out with same deposit of 24 hours, and made their decisions to withdraw, invest, or gamble with whatever came their way. They made their choices and you made yours. Sometimes they were bad investments of time and other instances, a profit was made.
The one thing we all have is our ability to choose. We make up decisions that shape our lives, masterpieces of art or menial attempts at painting. “Fine for you to say that I have ability to choose, but I need to work two jobs just to feed my family. The bills are growing, kids are uncooperative, and life sucks.”