It has always scared me to make a promise.
When my children would speak in their innocent child voice asking me to promise, I would find myself drawing quiet before telling them I don’t make promises.
I have had feelings of let-downs growing up, silently aching at the agonizing disappointment to follow.
Promises- those sparkles of light let off in the air at the moment spoken. Let-downs were the wind that made everything dark upon the sparkles instantly put out. The aftermath- the unwanted replay of what could have been.
Keeping your word should be a virtue and yet, I have had to heal the heart, mind, body, and spirit by understanding that like a resolution, what is merely promised is to simply be hopeful or appease the soul.
Making promises only to take risk of breaking them for one reason or another is not something I want to become as a part of my character.
Promises make people hold onto them, holding captive the heart, mind, body, and spirit on words hoped to be eventually actions.
When promises are broken, so can the heart, mind, body, and spirit become.
The voice of a child remarking, “You promised,” tears away to the soul.
The idealistic versus the realistic.
One creates beautiful, colorful possibilities while the latter rests on sequential circumstances.
The latter, understandably, the least liked.
Promises, the more embellished and decorated to the fullest, is where greatest hope lies. And, yet, it can be where greatest lies can be determined and found.
Perhaps without hope, there would be no need for healing when broken, bruised, torn, or scarred.
We ignore the forewarn that we cannot promise tomorrow and so, playing soothsayers, we do.
Nonchalantly, we spread out promises into the fields like seeds. And, silently, with the rest, we hope as well.
Imagination, after all, is an indestructible superpower. My favorite book, epitomizing the beauty of the mind, once read to me by a professor (Yes. I picked up on children’s books in college.), I found myself purchasing with what I had back then to pass onto my children, Roxaboxen, by Alice McLarren.
How can we help it if to appease is to none other, but please? (Like the golden apple to ease by taking out the “l”.)
Are we guilty for giving children greatest hope? Do not children grow up as adults with more hopes to follow nonetheless?
Do we simply become a part of a much bigger promise, called sometimes, hope, resistantly wanting to admit of its possibility to grow into a lie?
In essence, we dance with possibilities. Yes?
In essence, we want to see the world full of light. (Well, there is hope in “we” there.) Yes?
In essence, we want to believe to achieve. Yes?
And, whence we do, what for? Who for?
Are we promised that if we do share, so will others?
Universal basic income. Possible? Promised?
If I share, will you?
Will those who have little share a little?
Have those with lots shared a lot?
How much is a “lot”? The Oxford language dictionary would suggest to define lot as- a large number or amount; a great deal.
How large is large? How great is great?
If universal basic income were to be provided, who should provide?
If one was worth more, intellectually, spiritually, emotionally, directionally, and so forth, should one be same as any others with opposing characteristics?
What would such universal thinking actually mean?
Dare we actually dissect such promising possibility?
Would we acknowledge based on character or need? What defines need? Hopeless? Helpless? Careless?
Would we do away with personality frameworks to identify genuine character such as OCEAN if to see all as universally basic in worth?
- The Big Five (OCEAN):
- Openness to Experience (curious vs. cautious)
- Conscientiousness (organized vs. easy-going)
- Extraversion (outgoing vs. solitary)
- Agreeableness (cooperative vs. competitive)
- Neuroticism (anxious vs. calm).
Or, HEXACO, adding humility and honesty to the dimensions?
Would we think to consider those as necessity to identify need for our world? Or, those screaming most need gets the most portions regardless?
If, to just follow, would that not entail the sheep and the fox altogether as one?
Would that not entail, then, that a shepherd no longer be needed? An overseer, perhaps?
I start to laugh and if you have followed me long enough, you should know I love creating acronyms for many words.
I have no idea where bitcoin will be in the future. Thankfully, I have learned about marketing and how one can easily be convinced upon really good advertisement.
Perhaps why such word as wisdom- to me, wise dominion, lead the way of attributing to wise thinking (I’m still working on discernment before arriving to that dominion.).
Bitcoin-
BuyInTodayCountingOnIindefiniteNeed
The next big thing. Surely. Who’s to know?
Crypto?
Let’s see. CashReservesYou’rePromisedToOwn
On the other end of promises is fear to not believe. Yes?
And, yet, we fear not knowing which side to lean on.
One side wins and on the other end will be full of disappointed ones.
The marketing into our fears.
Use the force, Jedi.
But, what if I don’t know? What if I can’t?
Find it.
I have come to just smile now rather than laugh like I used to, thinking back to whenever my husband and I would come home from Costco, having yet purchased another next promised awesome thing in our younger years of marriage and parenthood.
We do this quite infrequently now. For one, and foremost, we probably have bought all there is to accumulate in our first half of a century to cover us for the second half.
You get to a point where you think, you don’t need to promise me anything anymore. I’m good with what I have now.
Still, the heart, mind, body, and spirit are toiled with many tantalizing opportunities to take part of all that is around.
This is the realist admitting to enjoy dancing with the idealist.
The breastplate, belt, shoes, shield, helmet, and sword always have to be ready. The more training (or, dancing) the better we get.
I have worked to balance my own character for some time now. Thankfully, I have stopped caring whether or not that green liquid bubble falls right in the center of a balancer for every category.
Idealistic possibilities are beautiful to speak of. Thankfully, arriving to the following is undoubtedly the best arrival:
Good or not so good, realistic outcomes are the most beautiful to know and feel.
Resolutions for me?
Re-solutions. How does this suggest definitive promises to self?
I promise to repeat solutions again since last year’s didn’t work?
Here’s a song to you from you on that one-
Promises, Promises by Naked Eyes
Pass.
Happy New Year!
That, my heart, mind, body, and spirit is at best, in control to do.
