Have You Fertilized Lately?
I think we all grew up hearing the quote “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.” The quote is talking about how people are never content with what they have. They are always wanting what someone else has. And yes, when they get it, the grass still looks greener to them on the other side of the fence…and often looking back at what they had before they jumped the fence, they discover that what their life is not a bad as they thought..A friend of mine says that when you do not like the view….change your focus. Look towards better things.
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Some people can spend so much time yearning for a life (the other side of the fence) that they fail to see what is good in their own lives. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence because those people are fertilizing their lives. They are doing things to make their lives better instead of gazing at another person’s life and wishing they had it. I could wish for another person’s life but in reality, in spite of my health….I have fertilized my life and it is a very happy life. As I lay here in the dark, I think about dreams and about those whose only dream is to get money. I find that sad. Son and I are poor in finances but boy are we rich in what counts….love, laughter, joy and the Lord.
“If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can not buy.”
My godfather told me a story once about a man who was always complaining to God that it was not fair that he had to carry the burdens he did when others seemed to have it so easy. He wanted the burdens of this other person for the other person always seemed to be so happy. So, God told him that he would let him look at all the burdens of the people around him and try them on and pick which one he wanted. The man picked this other person’s burdens because that person seemed so happy and was always smiling but when the man put the burdens on his back, he started screaming in agony “Take it off! Take it off. It is too heavy. Oh no, I do not want that one.” The man continued trying on the burdens until finally he picked up the last bag of burdens and said…”I will take this one. It is not near as heavy as all those others”. He asked God whose burdens he had on his back for he was sure it was the rich man on the hill who seemed to have such a life of ease. God told him that he had picked back up his own burdens and put them on his back.
If you don’t like what you see….then change your focus.
I believe a big part of dealing with life is your attitude. I think some people want the world to see every misery in their lives and others want to show all the sunshine. I am a sunshine person. When I had to walk with forearm crutches I did not want people to see the down side of the forearm crutches so I put jewels all over them and music notes to remind me to keep dancing through life. It is all in how you view things.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller
I got the story below in email from a friend. It said that no one knew who originated the story but it is so good and it just ties right in with what my head was stumbling around wanting to talk about. Only , the ironic thing is…I did not get the same ending as the nurse.
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. It faced a blank wall.. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.
What I got from this story was that the blind man had learned to fertilize his own life and make it beautiful and greener and he was sharing it with the man on the bed. And the man on the bed was laying there wishing he could see what the other man could and saw “the grass is greener on the other side”.
I have people ask me how I stand not being able to do things and my reply is “Oh, but I can. I sky dive, I climb mountains, I swim rivers, I see wild animals, I run marathons, I dance around the room, I lay by gentle streams, I talk to friends, I dream of beautiful things. The mind is a wonderful thing and if we fill it with wonderful memories and thoughts, we can do anything. I am the best bed dancer around.
No matter where you go or what you do, you live your entire life
within the confines of your head.
I think that if we fine tune our senses, imprint life in our mind, then not only do we live life….then we consume it like one would a fancy dinner…bite after bite.
Anais Nin said: “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in restrospection”
We live through things the first time and then each time we replay it in our heads, we get to live it again. Some times like for me the trip to Italy years ago will be relived over and over for it was so beautiful. Sometimes, it is painful things we play over and over in our heads forcing ourselves to relive things that hurt us. We have to control the dial of our memories. Sometimes life is just meant to be felt and the more we feel it…the more we fertilize our own grass.
“Everything in life is temporary. So, if things are going good, enjoy it because it won’t last forever. And if things are going bad, don’t worry. It can’t last forever either.”
To fertilize your own life, live it as if you were dying for then you will treasure every minute you have and you will look for every bit of joy you can find. You will tell all you love how much you love them and cherish the moments you have with them no matter how brief. Every day that you live wishing your life were different, you are missing the beauty of your own life.
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