IS LIFE A GAME with parameters set by the limits of our thinking? My neighbor’s pet wanted to move on but I stopped to ponder the possibilities on a recent walk. As a child playing hopscotch, it was vital to stay inside the lines and there was a sense of pride when I got to the end without jumping outside the designated area. But chalk fades over time and the joy of getting from here to there seems less important than stepping beyond the boundaries.
I doubt the butterfly that fluttered onto the shrubbery outside my door dreamed it had wings when it slept in its comfy cocoon. But its potential to break free and fly was nonetheless real.
This single poppy appears each spring in my yard but no new poppies sprout from its seeds or scatter to the winds. Although I am always happy to see it return, I marvel at its unrealized potential.
The patter of rain on the leaves makes me wonder if there are as many opportunities as there are drops that remain uncaught. Do infinite possibilities dissolve to come back another day in some other way to slip again through our fingers?
Beliefs can be broadened to bloom like this neighbor's garden, growing beyond the parameters that are set. And like chalk lines on the pavement some borders can be erased, I thought, continuing my inner-talk ...
while the hurried child inside of me wanted to skip philosophizing and get going on my walk.
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