Sunday, January 9, 2011

What's Your Prize?

They say that we all have the same opportunity here in America, and maybe they’re right. I hope they are, but opportunity for what? …? Exactly! And that “?” is the very thing that may just make them right. For the sake of argument I’ll agree that we do all have the same opportunity, just not the opportunity for the same. You see there are as many different good outcomes, and as many different bad outcomes to life as there are people in America. We just shouldn’t define what a “good outcome” is too narrowly, or we may not recognize it if we happen to achieve a good outcome of our own.

Remember, there are “prizes” for all of us during our lives, but what those prizes are varies widely, and if we fixate on someone else’s we may not recognize our own when they're right there within our grasp.

What’s your prize? I hope you find it.
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  1. AlanaJanuary 11, 2011 at 9:50 AM

    I think my prize IS my ability to NOT compare my prizes to the prizes of others (or as you say, fixate on someone else's). This is not to say that I don't admire the prizes of others (especially the intangible things like musical talent/etc.), or that I don't strive to obtain those prizes that I truly desire, but as a rule I am able to recognize my "opportunities" and ultimately recognize and appreciate my prizes.

    You may say, "well, doesn't she think she is special?"....NO, but I am thankful for that thing within me that allows me to find a contentment that many people never seem to find.

    I think this exercise has helped me to see that my ability to sometimes accept a very small or insignificant thing as an extravagant prize is not a cop out, but a prize in and of itself.

    If I've left you scratching your heads, I'm sorry!!
    AAA

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  2. Pam Beers.January 11, 2011 at 3:53 PM

    My prize is me. I'm the only one responsible for my happiness.

    AND the only thing I'm scratching right now is my back. It's time for a bit of lotion and a nice soft robe on this dry winter skin.

    Ah-h-h, now I'm happy.

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