THE GIFT OF LIFE
There is a wisdom in living life, and unless we have mastered it, we are vulnerable to serious disaster. All can attain it. It rests on the realization that everything we have, is a gift, ultimately from the Creator, and that every day of our lives the gift is given anew. This realization will deepen our joys of possession, and it will also lighten the grief of separation.
In assessing our condition, we are often tempted to be dissatisfied. Our mind wanders toward what we lack. And, if we contrast our deficiency with somebody elses affluence, we are tempted to rebel against our destiny. But our mind is set at peace when we suddenly remember that whatever we have is not, in a final sense, of our making. Nor is it ours as of right. For what did we bring with us into the world which is our home? We came into it devoid of everything. And all toward which we have grown and everything which has been placed into our hands, to have and to cherish, is a gift given us freely, graciously.
It was given in love, a love which, in a real sense, we could not earn and for which we can offer little in reciprocity. And when this awareness possesses us, we look at ourselves with new contentedness. The awareness of our blessings, and of the source from which they come, prepares us also for the inevitable surrender. For being mortal, we know that the things we cherish cannot last forever, and that even if they last, we cannot always be around to enjoy them. A final separation awaits every relationship, no matter how tender. Some day we shall have to drop every object to which our hands now cling. These thoughts sadden us, but we can bear them more readily when we remember that the measure of our loss is also the measure of our privilege.
Shall we rebel because the rose lasts for a brief few days? No! We dare not grieve for the days when no roses blossom in our garden. We must rather give thanks for whatever days we were privileged to enjoy roses, to taste their beauty and their fragrance. Every day of our life our blessings are given to us anew. For the gift given us and for whatever time we are privileged to keep it, we are grateful. And when we are asked to surrender the gift, we shall still know that we were richly blessed.