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Thursday Sept. 5, 2019
 
I don’t think it matters when we have an awakening or epiphany – in youth, mid-life or nearer our end-point, the point is to have such an awakening. When we wake to having some degree of harmony of our life’s history, our life’s purpose and our life’s passion – that trifecta, harnessed, representing our unstoppable force and will which cannot be devalued by anyone or by any combination of obstacles.
 
When I woke up, was that this morning, having an awakening of my outlook?
 
The other day, walking in the dark, breeze rustling leaves as cool sprinkling drizzle gave everything a gentle washing while it painted my face wet – traffic minima while parked car owners slept. Rail cars k-thumping nearby, airport bound plane overhead, my spot on earth slept while the rest of earth thrives and jives as commerce circulates … .
 
We all have tools in our box we aren’t using – ones we know are there, but we seem blind to them or maybe we need to be re-awakened to realize they are.
 
Every time I meet someone fascinating that encounter makes me want to raise the level of discussion in every conversation. Every time I get into hermit-mode I know I’m acting more turtle-like, retreating and feeling less worthy of that deeper conversation, that elevated conversation – and I know I am my own torn reality. Most people probably are – torn between our best dreams and our worst fears.
 
But we need to wake up to realize we are, on our best days, we are nearly as superb as we think we are; and on our worst days, to remember our best days.

 
 
 


 
Mark Kolke, Realtor, MaxWell South Star Realty

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