When I laid my hand on the plough,
The howling wind gave way to silence
The sound of chirping birds and barking dogs faded away into the distance
The noise from people talking about me and to me became muffled.
When I laid my hand on the plough
I became “narrow minded” and thought not about things that don’t matter
I had “tunnel vision” so I could see no other
I became one with the plough
And together we made the soil ready.
Only strict and disciplined focus
Can guarantee you success this year.
Don’t afford to be distracted from your goals..
I have always loved to offer hope and be sympathetic to people when I can. I have always believed and agreed that perseverance pays off in the end. And that not only does the patient dog eat the fattest bone it also eats the meat attached to the bone and gets a pat on the head.
But today I am confronted with a situation for which I will look stupid and idiotic if I say “hang on a while longer” or “it will be well dont worry about it”. To offer hope in this situation will be akin to betrayal because i know what my friend has gone thru.
A few years ago I called an uncle to offer my condolences on the death of his daughter, who died at the prime of life. He asked me a question which still reverberates in my mind, he asked,”how do you console a man whose child is dead”.
And that is where I am today trying to find the right words for this friend whose world is not collapsing but has collapsed. After such a long time reflecting the only thing that felt right was to offer my help whichever way she decided to go. I told her to have a plan and a vision on how to get where she needs to be. I told her to be strong and consistent in pursuing those goals. I told her to focus on tommorow and get as much rest as she can so she will not be wearied by the journey. I told her not to blame herself for the past but to focus on the future.
When you come face to face with frustration and disappointment in human form; it makes you think before you give the default “it will be well” which has become our slogan of sorts. It is only then you will know that the river of hope can run dry even as love can grow cold.
I dont know how to encourage my friend because the “normal” hope platitudes won’t make a dent in her soul. She has been bruised beaten and burnt metaphorically, but she still stands.
“I give hope to men but have left none for myself” thats from Lord of the Rings (the return of the king) . And its so devastating that i don’t have hope to give my friend.
I really hope to stand by and encourage her the most I can, to help her by actions as my words have failed me, till she sees the bright light of a new dawn.
When words fail actions can speak louder and better than words.