"for the truth seeker"
Perhaps you don’t know, then maybe you do, about Stiltsville, the village,(so strange, but so true) where people like we, some tiny, some tall with jobs and kids and clocks on the wall keep an eye on the time. For each evening at six, they meet in the square for the pupose of sticks, tall stilts upon which Stiltvilllians can strut and be lifted above those down in the rut; the less and the least, the Tribe of Too Smalls, the not cools and have-nots who want to be tall but can’t because in the giving of sticks, their name was not called. They didn’t get picked. Yet still they come when villagers gather; they press to the front to see if they matter to the clique of the cool, the court of high clout that decides who is special and declares with a shout, “You’re classy!” “Your’re pretty!”“You’re clever!” or “Funny!”And be queath a prize, not of medal or money, not a freshly baked pie or a house someone built, but the oddest of gifts, the gift of some stilts. Moving up is their mission, going higher their aim. “Elevate your position,” is the name of their game. The higher-ups of Stiltsville (you know if you’ve been there) make the biggest to-do of the sweetness of thin air. They relish the chance on their high apparatus to strut on their stilts, the ultimate status. For isn’t life best when viewed from the top? Unless you stumble and suddenly are not. So sure of your footing. You tilt and then sway. “Look out bel-o-o-o-w!” and you fall straight away into the Too Smalls, hoi polloi of the earth. You land on your pride, oh boy, how it hurts. When the chic police in the jilt of all jilts don’t offer to help but instead take your stilts. “Who made you king?” you start to complain but then notice the hour and forget your refrain. It’s almost six! Not time for chatter It’s back to the crowd to see if you matter. Stiltvillians still cluster and crowds still clamor, but more stay away. They seem less enamored. Since the Carpenter came and refused to be stilted. He chose low over high left the system tip-tilted. “You matter already,” he explained to the town. “Trust me on this one. Keep your feet on the ground.” Max Lucado
"Why do you think there are some people who experience incredible enthusiasm and interest in a new hobby, a new purchase, a new relationship, a new career, a new decision right off the bat? They throw everything at it, their money, their time, their attention, almost to the point where it consumes their lives. But then suddenly, almost over night they lose interest, they lose the excitement, the love for it. The next day they break up and she’s devastated, the guitar gets shoved in the closet, the employer is dumbfounded, and he returns the juice blender back to Target. After looking at the instruction manual, he can’t believe he spent that much on a camera that requires so much time to learn. He goes back on the search for more fulfillment. What creates this habitual pattern of buying a slew of self help books, because you want to change, but never getting around to reading them? The new car purchase that begins to feel like an old car months later, so you lease again. The 10th relationship that ends 6 months later, just like the rest of them, because it just got old. What do you think causes this dramatic cycle of shifting attention and interest?"
"Do you constantly feel like you’ve lost your passion for your craft? Do you feel like you should be in a different career? Do you constantly think about feeling unfulfilled? Do you think about your short comings and the major obstacles in life that keep you stuck? Do you compare yourself to your peers and those that have "made it?" Do you feel jealous and defeated? Are you constantly seeking passion because without passion you know there is no purpose to life itself? Do you realize, if this is the case, you are constantly thinking about yourself? Do you realize constantly thinking about yourself will always lead to feelings of despair and un-fulfillment? The rabbit hole of self focus will only cut you off from life itself, from the very source of all fulfillment, from the gift of the present moment, from deep meaningful relationships, from the joy of serving others and literally creation itself?" Eliot Rausch
“Don’t aim at success. The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one’s personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long-run—in the long-run, I say!—success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think about it”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
“But today’s society is characterized by achievement orientation, and consequently it adores people who are successful and happy and, in particular, it adores the young. It virtually ignores the value of all those who are otherwise, and in so doing blurs the decisive difference between being valuable in the sense of dignity and being valuable in the sense of usefulness. If one is not cognizant of this difference and holds that an individual’s value stems only from his present usefulness, then, believe me, one owes it only to personal inconsistency not to plead for euthanasia along the lines of Hitler’s program, that is to say, ‘mercy’ killing of all those who have lost their social usefulness, be it because of old age, incurable illness, mental deterioration, or whatever handicap they may suffer. Confounding the dignity of man with mere usefulness arises from conceptual confusion that in turn may be traced back to the contemporary nihilism transmitted on many an academic campus and many an analytical couch.”
I remember as a young kid staring out the back window of my parents station wagon during a long summer trip across the country. I played games with imaginary men that hopped over fences and ran along side throwing flame balls, riding horses and leaping over oncoming traffic. One evening, and I can remember it as if it was yesterday, we were in Canada in the middle of no where. The car was going about 70 miles per hour and we were passing a long street filled with houses. Suddenly I had an insatiable urge to get out of the vehicle and visit every house. I wanted to encounter every family, listen to every story, and have dinner with everyone all at once. But we kept driving and we passed another row of houses, flashes of kids in the street, families coming home from work, all passing by me within seconds, and the urge grew stronger, I felt deeply unsatisfied. And I wanted to slow down, get out, I wanted to know all of them, I wanted to be with all of them at once, but I couldn’t. As we passed rows of beautiful trees and lush green fields the sensation grew to an experience that I can only explain as wanting to be everywhere with everyone and everything all at once. It was incredibly overwhelming, like a strong pull coming from deep within my being. It was as if I was connected to everything and I longed for some kind of deep eternal unity. Today, 25 years later I listened to a scientist talk about new research that is uncovering a collective consciousness and our deep interconnectedness as a human race, down to the cellular level of our beings. He talked about evidence that shows how one persons poverty and suffering can unconsciously effect an entire community and how one persons joy, love and compassion can transform the mind of another. And I got to thinking, that maybe what I experienced looking out that window wasn’t just another cute game to pass the time, but quite possibly a miraculous and intuitive sensation, that was revealing the subatomic essence and deep connection I had with all things. Eliot Rausch