September 20-A, 2022

Through The Trees 11-06-2005 Oil Paint Rendered — Down East North Carolina
What answers are you seeking?
What questions are required to elicit them?
How do need to phrase the questions 
necessary to get to the answers?

What are you seeking?
How are you looking?
What questions are you asking?
How might your questions be restated
to deliver the answers you are after?

What is standing between you
and just right all over?

Wendell Johnson said, "There is no failure in nature."
Failure is our invention.
We have aspirations that our efforts to achieve them
do not realize
and we think we are failures.

Johnson said if our expectations are unreasonably high,
or unrealistic, or unclear 
they are going to be unachievable
and destined to fail.

Trying harder without changing what we are doing
will result in similar results,
producing over time
the highly predictable, 
"Who cares? What's the use? Why try?"
song of the forlorn loser.

Which lends itself to a propensity
for slow burning seething rage
toward any person, place or thing
deemed to be blame-worthy,
and a victim mentality that feeds
on any available excuse for not doing better
with their opportunities--
and the refusal to make anything
of any opportunity,
and creating enemies out of
the most available population.

All because we failed to understand failure
as being unclear about what needs to be done
in the beginning.

What needs to be done?
What questions will get to the heart of the matter?
Do not do anything until you know
the best answers to both of these questions.

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Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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