OK, maybe that's a little too obscure. Way too obscure? Then how about this?
You wake up each morning. Before your foot even touches the floor you've started navigating through an ever changing maze of ideas, thoughts and actions. In the back of your mind you know this day is either going to be scary, disappointing, aggravating or joyful, but your mission every day, every moment, every lifetime, seems to be the same: Get through the maze!
If you're lucky, you remember to take a moment and send out a silent invitation for your own infinite potentially to come along for the ride. If you do, your ride is usually smooth. If you don't, the day goes something like this:
You stand at the entrance of a twisting, complex unlit maze. Beside the opening is a flashlight powered by Everlasting batteries. Everybody gets one. They're free. Somebody obviously tried to make it as easy for us as possible. Somebody was planning ahead. These batteries NEVER wear out and they don't need a big pink bunny beating a drum to prove it.
Unfortunately, you are in a hurry and can't even spare a minute to stop long enough to pick up the flashlight. There is little light shining on the entrance of the maze. It looks promising. You're pretty sure you can make it on your own. You race in. The further you go the dimmer the light and before you know it, you're stumbling in the dark. You wonder if you'll ever learn. You've been here hundreds of times.
You bump into walls, you trip over obstacles, you step on somebody's foot and get poked in the eye, you snag your clothes, you stub your toe, you fall on your face, you're hopelessly lost.
Occasionally you pass somebody else that remembered to pick up their flashlight and for a few minutes you can see again. You follow them for awhile but they look back and say, "Hey, use your own, I can't lead you forever, you know". They move out of range and you're back groping your way.
OK, you get the picture. With a flashlight, none of the above would have happened. It was that contact with your own infinite potentiality that was missing . . . . you know, the "May the Force Be With You" kind of thing. The nice thing is, the Force Is With Us. We don't have to stumble clear back to the entrance of the maze to pick up our flashlight. We always have a spare in our pocket.
Good grief, why can't we remember? All we have to do is turn it on!
Smooth navigating.
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