If I were to wander through a cemetery, what undeveloped potential might I pass, on my walk? Dormant words of hope, comedy or challenge, songs unwritten or unsung lying beneath the sod?
You say; 'But you don't don't understand the problems they had the struggles they endured. Life was too cruel, they could barely survive. The benevolent hand of God passed them by, without pausing.'
Life indeed seems unjust at times. I have attended many pity parties, myself the only guest. And then came a change in perspective.
I have learned that it is in our trials, troubles and tribulations that life develops meaning. Now that doesn't mean I like it or wish for more, but if I am paying attention the lesson is there. In times of illness, love will abound from places untold. In other difficulties, help springs.
We all have our burdens to bear and with some educated perspective our journey may reveal unprecedented joy, fulfilment and spirit.
Take a moment to get a tissue...
Watch the video below and be filled with encouragement.
It has been said; "Most people are buried with their music still in them."
What is your potential?
How is your perspective?
Why are you waiting?