Life Is The Test

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Is life a test?
It has to be. Why else would bad things happen if not to test our resolve?
Or to help us grow?
I see life as an uncharted map with multiple options at every moment. And in those options lie opportunities.

The opportunity to be kind.
The opportunity to forgive.
The opportunity to help.
The opportunity for adventure.
The opportunity to learn.
For risk/reward or risk/lesson.

Maybe instead of thinking in terms of a test where there is a pass/fail mindset–how about life as a series of lessons?
And the lessons move us forward so we can try new things without fear.
The more lessons we take, the more we grow and evolve.
Instead of reliving mistakes and bad luck or poor choices, we learn from them and continue on a path towards better choices.

Perhaps at the end of our life, when all our lessons are over, we see the results of this test. A big picture essay of our life. And of all that we have done. And the score isn’t measured on a pass/fail but on a contribution to living.

Did we live?
Did we love?
Did we try?
Was there effort towards something?
And most important–
Did we learn from our choices and: Make things better? Become happier and more alive?

So where are you now in this test of life?

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By Tessa Saks

 

 

 

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Why Are We Unfinished?

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Can we ever be finished? I hope not.

Striving is a part of all of us. Life is the constant moving forward and forever improving. We are not born with everything figured out. We learn and grow and continue on this journey of discovery. And in the discovery comes the joy. The joy of a new adventure, a new toy, a new friend or new love. Anything can inspire us and reveal feelings. Good or bad they tell us where to go next.

And the journey continues until we decide to stop trying new things. To rest. To stay where we are and just be. But then we become unhappy. We expect everything around us to stay the same. But they can’t. Life is advancing, with or without us. It is all about change. And in that change we continue to add to the masterpiece of our life.

We are both creator and recipient of all creation. A team of builders and artists on an eternal canvas. The canvas of life. And as any artist knows, a true masterpiece is never finished. It will always remain a work-in-progress. A beautiful, inspiring collaborative project.

And so we are one. United in our perfection and our differences.
Ever growing. Ever-changing. And never finished.

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By Tessa Saks

Unfinished

Poem: Truth

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There is no reason to waste
countless hours
and days and months
and years
on regret.

Time cannot heal
wounds that
are self-inflicted.
Mistaken in their analysis.

Flawed logic
that causes me to
see the past as failure.
Instead of what it is—
choices.

The choices made in moments.
The choices that despite
my best intentions
held me back.

Gripped by the fear of moving
forward
I chose instead
to avoid the upsets
that living in truth creates.

But now I stand ready
to cast all the years
behind
and move forward
toward a bright vision
of what can be
when I finally
take the steps to be true
to the all that I am.

So I may become—
all that I may be.

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By Tessa Saks

Be brave. Be Yourself.

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Be Yourself by Tessa Saks

To become better at something – don’t read about it.
Feel it.
Then try it. Feel all the knowledge and power that is available to you.

It will come without study. The ones who spend a life time studying are afraid.
They are afraid to be themselves.
They rely on others’ ideas, others examples, others’ thoughts.

You can have whatever you need by tapping into your heart, your soul.
Open yourself to trials.
Open yourself to experiment.
Let it flow out from inside if you.

Stop and feel. Stop and feel what you want to achieve.
You do not have to try to think of everything.
It’s all there, stored for your own use.

Everyone has this power. Everyone can tap into it.
What do you want to know, to do? What could you become without study?
Let it flow.

Stop trying to force things in to your life.
Appreciate, then move on.

Do not spend all your time in the past.
Take the knowledge that already is and build on it.
Make it yours.
It’s available anytime. Anywhere.
Just ask.

Imagine spending your entire life reading about writing.
Would you be a great writer?
Would you be a better writer if you wrote from your heart?
It is writing verses editing. Flowing versus forcing.
Being real versus being right.

You cannot create anything new trying to do what is already done.
Be brave, be bold, be free.

Talent is tapping into your unlimited knowledge base and using it for you.
The world is full of copycats.
Every day thousands, millions go to work and repeat tasks over and over.

Brilliance comes from research, from thinking beyond, thinking bold, thinking outside the routine.
Even more important, brilliance comes from feeling knowledge.
Feel your source of skill.
Feel your source of ability.
Use all that has been done before, but in a new way.

If you aren’t adding new, you don’t need to repeat over and over.
It becomes more of the same.
There is already enough of that.
Add something new.
Let go of the same. Break rules.
Force changes.

Why do laws need to be based on the past? Why not just create an entire batch of new ones?
New stories, new art, new foods.
The world has enough of the same.
When the world starts demanding new, it will move forward even faster.

The past can be a starting point, but not an end.
We don’t need to redo it.
Why are we afraid of change?
Why do we want our lives to repeat over and over again?
What are we so afraid of?
The past reinforces where we have been, that we have lived. But let it go.

Begin new.
Save for change.
Don’t worry about being wrong.
There is no wrong…

There is no wrong.

 

Love Poem: When We Two Parted

Love Poem

When We Two Parted

By Lord Byron

When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow—

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame;

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o’er me—

Why wert thy so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:—

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—

In silence I grieve

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?—

With silence and tears.

How Much in Our Lives is Tangible?

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I just received the print version of my new novel to proof. It feels real. Finally.

Not that an eBook isn’t real. But paper has a sense of permanence, of contribution.

That it really does exist.

But this also made we wonder–

How much in our lives is tangible?

What makes something real?

Our memories are such a huge part of who we are:

we remember the joy of a first kiss

the frustration of a low grade in school

the pain from a breakup

the thrill of a win, no matter how small.

All these memories combine to shape who we are. Yet, other than some photos, some souvenirs or keepsake items, we rely on memory.

So the big question is:

With so many memories, which ones do we choose to revisit?

Which ones guide our life and our choices?

Which ones interfere in our reactions?

Help in our compassion?

We sift and sort and choose.

Some of us choose to revisit more of the joyous and the fun.

Some choose misery and pain. But we choose.

And whatever we choose to revisit does shape us. Everyday.

We, in this intangible but living dream called life, decide which files in the mind to flag important and which ones to trash.

Some of us are really good at trashing them. I’m learning to hit that trash button every time a memory surfaces that involves hurt or rejection or indifference. Anything that left me wounded in some small way–good-bye! I trash it and let the person who did it to me have a clean slate.

It’s not easy! The deeper the hurt, the more it reappears and needs to be trashed again. But in time, I hope the inbox of my memories is filled with the good, the happy, the thrilling.

Kind of makes sense really–

make room for what you really want to remember your life to be like–

writing your own history and creating your own tangible book that is you!