After work… drinking tea and watching the rain falling down. Let it be🤲
When they announce rain, and I wake up to this:
A story of impermanence: Solomon’s Seal , by Edward Fitzgerald, based on a Persian story, The Seal Of Solomon.
It goes like this:
One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah Ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.”
“If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty,” replied Benaiah,
“I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?”
“It has magic powers,” answered the king. “If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy.” Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.
Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of the poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day’s wares on a shabby carpet. “Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?” asked Benaiah.
He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile. That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity.
“Well, my friend,” said Solomon, “have you found what I sent you after?” All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled. To everyone’s surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, “Here it is, your majesty!” As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: gimel, zayin, yud, which began the words “Gam zeh ya’avor” — “This too shall pass.” At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.”
Charles Bukowski said it best:
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”– Charles Bukowski
How many of those days have I got already? I survived them all, we all did. Everything, good and bad, will pass. Just like every sungle day of our life. It’s time we keep on enjoying them, being really present in each moment.
Or at least keep trying.
disguised in heavenly gold:
gratitude and joy.
Two women stroling
with dogs on the beach, cold eyes
lost in deep gray sea
DM, Oostende, juli 4 2021
... from one day to another.
Just be the beste version of yourself, day after day, but don’t kill yourself for a job where no one really cares about you. If you go away, even if you die, they’ll replace you a soon as possible and you’ll be forgoten. Just like an old chair, an old version of a laptop or software… a kind of relief will replace your memory and no one will treasure it at that workplace. At least, for long.
The only one that can treasure the rest of your life is yourself. Do it now, every minute of every single day. Let go of what you cannot change, and most of all don’t expect to change people. Let it be. Live your life, that’s yours, and only yours, to live.
You are not your job. You are not what others think or say about you. You are not a ressource of the company. You are not al those labels, titles and prejudices.You are you, and only you know who you are. Unique, worthful, with dignity, rights and integrity. Just like every single human being. Not more, not less.
Be happy, be healthy, be in peace.🍀
Me, talking to the mirror, today.
Belgian summer days
offer shades of gray and peace
Sunshine in my heart.
DM, Oostende, 30/06/21