Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Light of a Distant Sun


We all have two things in common. In the beginning we were all born to a mother, and we are all sons or daughters to a father. What we do in this life beyond birth is a journey in which we can lead, follow, or somehow get lost along the way.

Our parents held us up as our little feet stepped and fumbled, and we learned to walk. Now, our feet have taken us from the homes of our parents to the continents of the world.

Our little hands once held the fingers of our parents as we lay in their arms. Now, our hands have become the spring from which we will write the words to inspire the world around us.

Our little voice once knew nothing of languages, and could do nothing but to laugh or cry. Now our voices are strong and clear enough to be understood. Together with those around us they will flow like an anthem to resonate and enlighten others in this world.

Our little eyes were once innocent, and saw the world purely for what it could be. Now, sad as it may seem, many of us have lost our vision and lost our way. This is not to say that we cannot see, only that we have lost our vision.

How many of us feel powerless to change what needs to change?
How many of us are determined to do good, but only if it is beneficial to ourselves?
How many of us claim that there is not enough time to work altruistically on behalf of the many because our own interests dominate the day?
How many of us feel we have nothing to give when time and effort still count for something?
How many excuses can I possibly think of to do nothing for everyone, while still doing everything for me?

Children have the kind of eyes that see possibility in all things, and if we’re lucky we never grow out of that. While it is human to loose our vision and sometimes loose our way, it is absolutely divine to know when again we have found it. Renaissance is rebirth. It is like looking up into the same sky which has dawned upon the world a hundred million times, and seeing the light of a distant sun for the first time. It was there all along, day and night it hovered above us beckoning the world to true North.

Like the “X” on a pirate map under which riches are found, it is the point in life at which you consciously become aware that everything has changed. There was life before this point, and now everything else after it.


Birth. Renaissance. Birth. Renaissance.
Does birth happen once? Can it happen twice in one lifetime? I say it can.

“When?” people might ask.
I can tell them only that this is a bit of a mystery.

You can walk a thousand miles and not find it.
You can’t hold it in your hands, and the words cannot be read in the pages of a book.
It will not be whispered or spoken out loud, and even the widest eyes can’t see it coming.
But when it comes only those who have relearned to see the world with the most innocent and unpretentious eyes will know.

Those who have figured out what our purpose in life has become, those who have decided to act upon it, and those who have left our old lives behind. We have experienced Renaissance.

I can stand from this new precipice, and clearly look back through time to say with complete confidence that I know what I was born to do. I was born to be a part of the answer. I was born to help shine a light. I was born to move mountains. I was born to hold that hand. And, I was born to be a voice that will be listened to. But in a world still riddled with Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s Disease, being born was not enough.

I was born to end this.
What were you born to do?


World up,
Enzo

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