There is something about this time of year.
I’m not sure if it’s because in Darwin the dry season is starting to peek its head beyond the curtain of humidity, and make you feel like you can actually do something, or if it’s the significant events on the calendar that inspire me.
Easter, and then not long after that, Anzac day… It just makes me think that there is so much more than this.
I’ve been doing some planning lately; some reevaluating. Of this blog, of my life, of the direction I want to it to take. I’ve got some ideas that need to become goals, and some dreams I hope to see come to reality.
It’s been good.
Direction is always good.
It started really at the the recent Digital Parents Conference. I had gone to that with an absolute love of blogging and writing and connecting with like minded social media geeks, but I came away even more enthused and passionate. I can see now the good that can come; that what was just a hobby, or a stepping stone even, has the power to be something so much more.
Rhianna has this whole blog devoted to the idea of Making It Matter, and I’ve always loved the concept, but I see now that it has to be more than just making a better use of my time in order to get things done.
It’s making a better use of my life, to make the world a better place.
Right now Eden is on her way home from Niger, where she along with other bloggers from around the world, were exposed to the humanitarian crisis. The idea was that she could use her platform to spread the word, and it’s working. Not only do people who had no idea there was even a country called Niger know about it now, people are making a difference based on their new knowledge.
Lives are being changed.
In a couple of weeks it’s Anzac day, and one of the only days when we nonchalant, easygoing Aussies stop and reflect proudly on our history. As a nation we don’t have a lot of heroes, and most of the ones we do have are outlaws. Anzac day remind us that our freedom was bought with a price. As we take out children to parades, and bake biscuits we tell the stories of our fallen comrades who made the ultimate sacrifice, so that we could live comfortably in this blessed country.
It’s Easter Sunday. The day when Christians world wide celebrate not just the fact that Jesus died, but also rose again. A life that was given completely and sacrificially for the good of others.
So it’s no wonder I am feeling contemplative. With all this greatness surrounding me, I cannot settle for giving less than my best. I know that I can shine, but I’m not meant to shine for myself; my sparkle is for the benefit of others.
Mother Theresa, one of the most well known ‘saints’ (for lack of a better word) of our time, apparently had one concern; that she had not done enough.
This was a woman who by all accounts, had given everything she had, and yet still had so much more she could give. Her statement, did not come from a place of fear, that maybe she was insignificant, but rather a seat of humbleness. Knowing that that in the grand scheme of things, she was but one person.
But there is, of course, a multitude of value, in one person.
In being one person.
And in touching one person.
There is so much opportunity to make it count.
I want to be one person, who in everything I do, brings out the best in others. I want to inspire and bring hope because I have hope.
I want my life to count; like the diggers who never made it past Gallipoli, or a little old nun on the streets of Calcutta, or a red headed blogger wearing pink Havainas in the middle of the West African desert.
We all have the same greatness in us; it’s just how we choose to use it.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.”
― Mother Teresa