A thought occurred to me while dodging bicycles, oxen carts, and other modes of transportation as I attempted to cross the road a few days ago. What hit me was wondrous beyond words. It seemed for a moment I was enveloped in this shield of entirety. The traffic was eons away at that moment. I was lifted; my soul enlightened. A beam of ray had shone through the heavens and held me with such warmth that I breathe of inspiration.
It seemed eternity before my feet touched ground.
The truth of my thought hit me. Could it be any more accurate? I knew then I was destined for great, great things. Phenomenal greatness, perhaps.
There was no time nor excuses for doubts. Surely not, since I possess a gift that could catapult me to excellence. My gift is a blessing indeed, for with it, I simply could push further and dig deeper. Are you curious now? What gift would I possess that you have not?
Put frankly, I have the unique gift of sleep. Allow me to elaborate on this as it may cause confusion amongst the not-so-sleepy folks. With my gift, I have the ability to either have forty winks or deep slumber at any time, any place. Come level with me and let your imagination fly.
When surrounded with aluminum, steel and plastic, I’m filled with a sense of security. When not behind the wheel, I’m filled with a sense of comfort. Ahhh….seated on the plush hind seat with air conditioning cooling the whole micro environment of the car I slowly drift off to slumber. The forward motion of wheels assures me that we’re headed to the destination as perfectly planned. A few hours later (or shorter) I wake up to find myself reaching the destination. I’d still have a few minutes to get wide awake, freshen up and get ready. Fresh, my mind sets off automatically to killer mode. As the wheels scrunched onto the pathway, I’m perfectly ready to head off any challenge. Totally prepared. That’s Godspeed I’m telling you.
Yes, laugh as you will but the above habit is perfectly applicable to a host of situations. Just think about it. I might be in the car heading off to an important deal that might involve a king’s ransom. Hell, I could be heading off to meet the Prime Minister. Even better, paste the above ritual into a plane, I might be off negotiating issues so important that the life and death of a nation balance dangerously on it.
You see, good habits die hard. In fact, gifts would not even die. Be jealous. Very, very jealous.
Note: I will not be held liable for any nauseous spells suffered after reading this. Humor me, at least let me humor myself.