When we desire More
From a young age I have understood that there is more to the complexities of life and that there are patterns woven into the fabric of human existence. My heart has often searched for the abundance of more than my reality afforded me. I have spent moments leaving the well of life parched for a greater substance to seek the answers to life’s questions, but instead left with nothing to declare. Every time I tried to blame life for being unfair and recounted the many moments, I clenched my fists in despair.
In all honesty, I have subsequently realised the inaccuracy of my comprehension and moved to a higher plane. There are far too many of us who expect life to entrust us with more when we have been irresponsible stewards of the little, we possess. How can we be given more when we have squandered the opportunities of today and yet hope for a more bountiful tomorrow? There have been countless moments when opportunities held silent protests outside my window, and I have been too obtuse to the reality presented to me. And yet I expected life to bequeath to me untold treasures and to change the nature of my circumstances.
As much as it is hard to digest, the full measure of life is not endowed to those who have made a half-measured attempt at exploring its prospects. Life cannot give to those who are content with settling in a land called self-sufficiency or who have made it to the well, but not come parched enough to drink. It is no wonder those who are cloaked in entitlement are left disheartened and their lease on life is in constant debit. For they have failed to understand that life does not respond well to demands, but gifts those who have plunged deep to explore the mysteries of life. There are many who grace the earth who see seasons change, but their hearts remain trapped in Winter and their outlook on life suffers from hypothermia because of their frozen past. How does one expect anyone to receive from the warm hand of life when the hand outstretched to receive is covered in frostbite?
More is not merely something you receive, but it is a place you have intentionally decided to explore. The roadmap to More is not inaction, but a fervent desire to unravel that which is complex. More and Wisdom make for interesting traveling fellows and they are not remotely related to inertia. To get to the place called More we must divorce ourselves from the pain to which we have become betrothed. In addition, we need to end the starvation of our souls from feeding on crumbs when our hearts desire a deeper nourishment. Before we can step over the threshold of the place called More, we need to make a final journey down the haunted corridor of our past to secure the door.
There is nothing more rewarding than being invited into a place of abundance when your journey has depleted your resources. Moreover, it is such a blessing to take a sip from a goblet of plenty when you have become parched from drinking from an empty cup. There is joy in the moment when you nestle your head on the shoulder of More and you realise that you are at home. For those who have understood the nature of More never retire. Instead, they make it their mission to educate others that More is not quantified in terms of monetary value, nor is it expressed through how much wealth one has amassed. Far too many have conquered the world and improved their status, yet they remain impoverished in their understanding. More is not a destination, but an oasis on the journey to destiny. It is a place which we access when we have abandoned the fool’s gold of immaturity to appreciate the authentic quality of maturity.
