“How’s everybody feeling about now?” She called out.
“Fat and pasty!” The crowd called back.
Why I meditate.
To manage my emotions about feeling fat and pasty.
And to get through the slog of.
Anyway. That’s all just a prelude to some deeper thoughts that have been thinking.
Words can create ways of being. And thinking and living.
Isn’t that just crazy?
Here’s a word.
How many times have you “failed.”
How many times did it take to make you feel like
Are you really a failure?
Being a student? A parent? A manager? A careerist? A spouse? A friend? A sibling?
You are NOT a failure.
Because that is simply too small a word to describe what you have experienced and attempted and accomplished and messed up and learned and grown and.
Sometimes and often
failure means there is another path. A new beginning. Or an ending that must be acknowledged.
So much more than just
How about instead
“Why do we fall down Master Wayne?” asks Alfred.
“So that we can get up,” Batman says with a smile.
I suppose then – really if you were to take a word to its end.
Failure would be not getting up.
A simple philosophy.