The skein of the word opportunity folds within itself a verb
for action. Ultimately it is that, which without renders the word impotent. And
in many ways man has evolved to create a spectrum of actions that has fashioned
the surroundings around him. We build and destroy to build again. We craft and
cajole to morph the world in an image broadcast only in one’s mind’s eye.
I have a fascination with the concept of opportunities. It
has untold beauty and acres of desolation wrapped up in the warp and woof of
it.
From afar the lenticular clouds have grace and stationary beauty
but as one comes closer the raw tumult and sheer mayhem within is surprising
and distasteful. Therein lies the probable opportunity for harm. Oops, I started on the wrong foot. Let me take that back and start anew, but remember there are opportunities for good as well as bad and it all depends on your psychological bent.
The distant beauty has hidden within it the imperfections of
a much more ravishing undisturbed and raw state of exquisiteness. The complexity
of the fractals rendered to the naked eye, unfolds an elegant repetitive
orderliness that astonishes. What is, is, often not what it seems!
Similarly in states of chaos and change there are subtle
forces at work. These forces through the heat of friction from differing
ideation create a momentum for the mass to gain an alternate vector of energy, which
becomes transformational in itself. It is like writing; the initial thought is
never the end product! It is a continuum of evolving forces that bend and twist
to suit the master. Through words there is intended action and through that
action a story unfolds. An opportunity lies dormant in all states of being.
Finding opportunities is for the fecund empty mind that has
the capacity to distill its essence. We all see the same, but folded within
that visual is the deeply ingrained searchlight of biased preferences. It is in
that bias of thought that differing actions reside. This inaction sits and
waits, warmed under the boil, ready to reveal itself in time.
All present must go through the sharp focus of the lens of
turbulence- the hard work. The force exerted upon it is dislocating, traumatic
and painful and yet once through to the future a different dignity beholds.
The stories abound; of a child with asthma who grows up to
be an artist on a wind instrument, a victim of a neurological disease
contemplates the itching of the universe, a child with vertigo conquers the
fears and becomes a jet jockey, in deafness the most harmonious of harmonies
are writ on the parchment. Such realities force upon us the logic of plasticity
of the human endeavor. Our accomplishments are foretold sometime in the wails
of dismal backgrounds. To some the challenges become daunting to the point of
persistent incapacity of thought, habit and character, while to others they create
the fabric of the canvas where they grow to paint the brightest colors ever
imagined.
Opportunity then is a vision from a distance, a mirage on a
hot summer’s day. The craft and mold of it into reality is what the future
reveals. Like the first pluck on a guitar string, the possibilities of harmony
are endless and then with hard work and dedication, and an open spirit of
creativity the possibilities turn into a melody.
So go ahead and pluck that first string and record the first
note!
To those that fall from the weakness of their conviction, all
I can say is, “buck up, it is your life!”
To those who pick up and move on to higher grounds I say, “You
are the inspiration, Thank you!”
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