I don't need More ... any longer

written by

Jeannette Zink

We often remember some of the details, but not all of the facts.  Our days so strained with mental baggage that we are barely able to lift the suitcase of day to day living. Exhausted muscles struggle to carry the best that we choose to or can offer the day. Just hazy images of a time that was more valued by its lost soul currency of perceived ambition.  We, at our worst when certain it was our best, hold tight the shadowy hand of uncertainty as we blissfully travel the gravel path of better tomorrow's.

Like most things taken for granted, we cast aside the day's prize for what is surely much better waiting just around the next bend.  Today's fragile kaleidoscope of fragmented events never quiet the picture we hoped when viewed from the window edge of utopian perfection.

My strategy was simple - just to make it through one moment to the next - with as few emotionally-invested steps as possible.  I was most assured that what was to come would be far grandeur than the sheer love and enjoyment found within each now.  The now was just my stepping stone to better times ... when I would have more and be more ... always the emphasis on the more.  People, places and things to be tolerated, not cherished with unconditional grace, but a necessary means to the much better end ... the sacred illusive more.

Little did I know then what I know now, with unquestionable certainty, the more that I found to be so seductive was never within my reach.  The soul of my being craved not the more's; but rather, secretly desiring the magnificent gift ... love.  This is the prize worthy of my struggles, tears and sorrows.  This is the precious gift that will endure a lifetime.

While we may wrap this jewel in the finest paper and tie with exquisite ribbons and bows, the simple beauty and warmth waiting within is our mighty MORE … less becoming the highly regarded more, and the modest elegance of LOVE … our golden ring.