Born For More Than This....

I'm not sure where or how this message will find you, but I'm kinda hoping it will find you feeling a bit like a caterpillar - knowing somehow that you were born for something more than this, not feeling too comfortable in your skin, knowing only that this place at which you find yourself  is not the end of your story, not the end of your world. Feeling somehow that there is in you a butterfly yet to be released.... from the discomfort and darkness of your current cocoon.

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." So said Henry David Thoreau. I can't help but thinking that this could not be more true now, than in the 1850s when the words were first scripted. Today, amidst the noise of phenomenal business and economic success across the modern world, thousands of men and women lead lives of disguised desperation...lost in oblivion - wanting to make a difference, longing to chase their dreams, craving a new and different experience, but instead are chained to their fears, slaves to the expectations of others...locked in the cocoon of their own limiting beliefs...never becoming the butterfly they were born to be....never blessing the earth with their beauty and grace.

May I remind you that you were born for something more than this? This common existence, this emptiness. You were created to influence, inspire and impact. You were gifted to carry out work that only you can. You were empowered to do tasks that were hand-picked for you. How dare you, in the face of this knowledge, choose a life of abeyance, of neglect and indifference? How can you be content to simply get through each day instead of intentionally getting something from each day? Why have you not hitched yourself to a star? Why have you not found the right cause, availed yourself of the right technologies, got together with the right people? Why are you content, like the caterpillar, to walk the damp dark earth, when like the butterfly you can sit atop the blossoming trees and traverse the wide expanse of blue skies? Why?

I implore you, "let others lead small lives, but not you." Let others be content to live and die with "their music still in them". But you...I hope you dance, I hope you place your hand upon your chest and feel the throb of purpose....I hope you look yourself in the mirror and realize that you were born 'for such a time as this.' And I hope the caterpillar becomes a butterfly......and soars.