The Choice is Yours October 31, 2010Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.
Tags: Attitude, Choice, Happy, Joy, Perspective
Fivolia (pronounced fih-voh-lee-uh) was walking with his grandmother down the path. His grandmother had recently gone blind, so she was having a hard go of things and because of this, Fivolia did his best to tell his grandmother what he was seeing. He really felt very bad for her and wanted to make sure that she could still enjoy things even though she couldn’t see. It was clear in the tone of Fivolia’s voice, too, that he was almost worried for his grandmother. They moved in some semblance of paired-ness, with no real destination in mind – that he knew of.
As he kept on walking, he continued to look over at his grandmother and almost sigh. While there wasn’t exactly an audible sound, being that she was as old as she was and having been part of the planet for so long, she knew how he felt. All of a sudden, his grandmother stopped, prompting Fivolia to ask, “Why did you stop?”
To which she replied, “why haven’t you started? For the last 2 weeks that it seems that I have been unable to use my eyes to their full capacity, you have treated me like I was fragile, like you’d break me or something. I’ve been around a long time, Fivolia, and I’ve seen lots of things. I’ve seen lots of things. Just because I can’t use my eyes doesn’t mean that I won’t be able to see things anymore. Just because I don’t see things doesn’t mean I can’t use my wonderful imagination to dream up what things look like all around me. Like I said, I’ve seen lots of things in my life and with you telling me how things look, even in your unintentional gloomy tone, I can still picture what things look like all around me.”
“Wow, grandma, I didn’t realize…”
“Don’t worry about it, Fivolia. The answer to this is quite simple just as the answer to life is quite simple. It’s all a matter of choice, right? I could stand here and be all doom and gloom, just like you were a second ago. I could huff and puff at the injustice that my eyes seem to have stopped working for the time being. I could be outrageously cruel to you and those around me, including this lovely forest we stand in. But no. That’s not how I want to do it. Happiness, love, joy… it’s all a choice, and why would anyone choose against that kind of line-up? Given the choice that one can be happy, should one just choose to be happy, why wouldn’t I choose that option?” Fivolia seemed a bit surprised by this soliloquy. His grandmother went on.
“When I was your age, many, many years ago, I made a choice. I made a choice that no matter what life brought my way, I was going to be happy and joyful about it. I made this choice, Fivolia, because I knew it was the only thing that I had any control over – my feelings about something. Everything else, I am somewhat choice-less, but not with how I feel. How I feel, that’s all about me. That’s something I can control. I can be joyful and happy whenever I want and no one can stop me. Not me losing my sight, not you being doom and gloom, not the rain, not the sun, nothing. I am joyful because I choose to be. You can be joyful to, the choice is yours.”