I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free – Michelangelo
There are angels among us. They possess genuine flesh and bone. They have been formed from the earth, encapsulated in a jacket of skin, muscle, sinew and hair. They bravely wade in where many often fear to tread – into the blood and guts of a situation.
They offer their hand in support. They cry real tears when they see the suffering of others. They get shit on their hands. They care and they show it.
I believe that we all have that “shoes on the ground” ability. As long as we have eyes to see, a mind to understand, hands to help, and feet to get us there . . . while there is still a breath left in the ole chassis . . . we can be of benefit to others.
Like Michelangelo, we just keep chipping away at the marble until the angel emerges -the one that has been there all along.
I have found that the people who actively seek opportunities to care for others are some of the most content and happiest folks I know. It is a privilege to be part of their lives.
They live life on purpose, with thoughtful deliberation, and don’t waste time whining about what cannot be done – because they are too busy doing it.
We make significant headway in figuring out who the heck we are when we understand that the self-depreciating thoughts in which we indulge add nothing to our life. In fact, they are responsible for our personal misery.
Any person, any doctrine, any methodology that teaches you are “less than” is erroneous. Don’t buy what they are selling.
I don’t believe that anyone would say that their belief system teaches them not to love themselves. In fact, most would say that they are infinitely loved.
However, if that is the case, then why are there so many of us who practice its opposite?
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark – Michelangelo
The angels of which I speak have no time for self-flagellation. They are too busy working, sculpting their best lives . . . holding their vision and spreadin’ the love – as they chip away at the stone.
What, do you think, this great master would say was more important – the parts that he chipped away or what he kept in order to create the perfection of David?
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it – Michelangelo