The Ambitious Violet

I'm so grateful for my hospice patients; they bring such inspiration and light to my life. My Dadsy bought me a lovely book last Christmas, which I'm still enjoying and digesting slowly called: The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran (one of my favourite authors) who wrote the best-seller The Prophet. One of the stories found within was picked out by one of my hospice patients last week, which I hadn't gotten to as yet. After reading this story to her, we got into a lovely discussion about what it meant. Perhaps it can bring about discussion with you as well. Enjoy J

The Ambitious Violet

There was a beautiful and fragrant violet who lived placidly amongst her friends, and swayed happily amidst the other flowers in a solitary garden. One morning, as her crown was embellished with beads of dew, she lifted her head and looked about; she saw a tall and handsome rose standing proudly and reaching high into space, like a burning torch upon an emerald lamp.

The violet opened her blue lips and said, "What an unfortunate am I among these flowers, and how humble is the position I occupy in this presence! Nature has fashioned me to short and poor… I live very close to the earth and cannot raise my head toward the blue sky, or turn my face to the sun, as the roses do."

And the rose heard her neighbour's words; she laughed and commented, "How strange is your talk! You are fortunate, and yet you cannot understand your fortune. Nature has bestowed upon you fragrance and beauty which she did not grant to any other… Cast aside your thoughts and be contented, and remember that he who humbles himself will be exalted, and he who exalts himself will be crushed."

The violet answered, "You are consoling me because you have that which I crave…You seek to embitter me with the meaning that you are great. …How painful is the preaching of the fortunate to the heart of the miserable! And how severe is the strong when he stands as advisor among the weak!"

And Nature heard the conversation of the violet and the rose; she approached and said, "What has happened to you, my daughter violet? You have been humble and sweet in all your deeds and words. Has greed entered your heart and numbed your senses?" In a pleading voice, the violet answered her, saying, "Oh great and merciful mother, full of love and sympathy, I beg you, with all my heart and soul, to grand my request and allow me to be a rose for one day."

And Nature responded, "You know not what you are seeking; you are unaware of the concealed disaster behind your blind ambition. If you were a rose you would be sorry, and repentance would avail you but naught." The violet insisted, "Change me into a tall rose, for I wish to lift my head high with pride; and regardless of my fate, it will be my own doing." Nature yielded, saying, "Oh ignorant and rebellious violet, I will grand your request. But if calamity befalls you, your complaint must be to yourself."

And Nature stretched forth her mysterious and magic fingers and touched the roots of the violet, who immediately turned into a tall rose, rising above all other flowers in the garden.

At eventide the sky became thick with black clouds, and the raging elements disturbed the silence of existence with thunder, and commenced to attack the garden, sending forth a great rain and strong winds. The tempest tore the branches and uprooted the plants and broke the stems of the tall flowers, sparing only the little ones who grew close to the friendly earth. That solitary garden suffered greatly from the belligerent skies, and when the storm calmed and the sky cleared, all the flowers were laid waste and none of them had escaped the wrath of Nature except the clan of small violets, hiding by the wall of the garden.

Having lifted her head and viewed the tragedy of the flowers and trees, one of the violet maidens smiled happily and called to her companions, saying, "See what the tempest has done to the haughty flowers!" Another violet said, "We are small, and live close to the earth, but we are safe from the wrath of the skies." And a third one added, "Because we are poor in height the tempest is unable to subdue us."

At that moment the queen of violets saw by her side the converted violet, hurled to earth by the storm and distorted upon the wet grass like a limp solider in a battle field. The queen of the violets lifted her head and called to her family, saying, "Look, my daughters, and meditate upon that which Greed has done to the violet who became a proud rose for one hour. Let the memory of this scene be a reminder of your good fortune."

And the dying rose moved and gathered the remnants of her strength, and quietly said, "You are contented and meek dullards; I have never feared the tempest. Yesterday I, too, was satisfied and contented with Life, but Contentment has acted as a barrier between my existence and the tempest of Life, confining me to a sickly and sluggish peace and tranquility of mind. I could have lived the same life you are living now by clinging with fear to the earth. …I could have waited for winter to shroud me with snow and deliver me to Death, who will surely claim all violets…I am happy now because I have proceed outside my little world into the mystery of the Universe…something which you have not yet done. I could have overlooked Greed, whose nature is higher than mine, but as I hearkened to the silence of the night, I heard the heavenly world talking to this earthly world, saying, 'Ambition beyond existence is the essential purpose of our being.' At that moment my spirit revolted and my heart longed for a position higher than my limited existence. I realized that the abyss cannot hear the song of the stars, and at that moment I commenced fighting against my smallness and craving for that which did not belong to me, until my rebelliousness turned into a great power, and my longer into a creating will…Nature, who is the great object of our deeper dreams, granted my request and changed me into a rose with her magic fingers."

The rose became silent for a moment, and in a weakening voice, mingled with pride and achievement, she said, "I have lived one hour as a proud rose; I have existed for a time like a queen; I have looked at the Universe from behind the eyes of the rose; I have heard the whisper of the firmament through the ears of the rose and touched the folds of Light's garment with rose petals. Is there any here who can claim such honour?" Having thus spoken, she lowered her head, and with a choking voice she gasped, "I shall die now, for my soul has attained its goal. I have finally extended my knowledge to a world beyond the narrow cavern of my birth. This is the design of Life…This is the secret of Existence." Then the rose quivered, slowly folded her petals, and breathed her last with a heavenly smile upon her lips…a smile of fulfillment of hope and purpose in Life…a smile of victory…a God's smile.

My thoughts:

I found this piece to be striking with lovely imagery, metaphors, with many ethical and moral questions brought to light. Should we remain content with what we have without listening to the desire deep within our hearts and sought out greatness beyond the realms of where we are from? Or shall we leap ahead following our dreams, leaving the comfort of our companions and those who are like we are. And who is right or wrong to want more, or to be satisfied with where they are in life? And if after attaining greatness we fall; does this mean we were to stay put, in ignorant bliss? Or instead reach our fullest potential and explore the realms of dreams realized, whether we were meant to go there or not? And who is to say that each flower/person is different. Perhaps it's already pre-ordained for some to leave the comfort of the nest to fall and rise and in turn be completely God-like in achieving delight beyond our wildest dreams. J

The Grid

** From the film TRON ; a much prolific story-line could have been done, but the soundtrack for this movie -- phenomenal. Go: Daft Punk

Picnic at Hanging Rock

I'd been recommended this film a few years back by one of my ever-peculiar yet brilliant Kiwi friends. Even though he was born and raised in New Zealand, he had married an Australian and although the culture is strangely different, he identified with many things Aussie as well. I love a good scare and took him up on his suggestion a couple nights ago. It was nothing that I expected, but everything I'd hoped it'd be until the very end. Apparently it was based on a true story; set in the early 1900's and was made in 1975 directed by Peter Weir. It was the first Australian film to reach international audiences and received much acclaim for both cinematic and Australian history. Although I do not find Sydney or New Zealand to be one of my favourite visited places; I do have respect for the director, actors, and vision of bringing forth good film and story.

I especially loved the 18^th/19^th century style of clothing worn throughout the film; the high necklines and puffy sleeves, A-line skirts, handkerchiefs and gloves. The story also was a compelling one; I found it similar to great Stephen King films which audiences are always able to identify with, as it begins ordinary and believable, until that one thing takes us to a climax, and because of the unknown, fear is instilled within us. A pretty good film all-in-all; beautiful actresses, lovely music and thought-provoking in that we really wonder, what did happen to those girls on St. Valentine's Day. I wished though, that the ending was more settling or concluded better, so as to not leave an enormous gap within the viewers minds' as to what might have happened to the missing girls. Even though in reality, there are sometimes no answers, I believe it is the writer and directors job, if they are telling a story and they wish to convey a thought, message or change; then they should have better ways or ideas of completing what they started or set out to do.

The Virgin Suicides

Its one thing being born to a mother set decorator/artist, Eleanor Coppola and to a father director Francis Ford Coppola; it's another thing to be related to noted actor Nicolas Cage, and still yet, having the opportunity to intern with Chanel at the tender age of 15 years old. Sofia Coppola has a charmed life, without a doubt, and despite being surrounded by success, she made success of her own, by beginning her own clothing line called Milkfed, which is sold exclusively in Japan, not to mention her scores of award nominated and winning films. Sofia Coppola is a model, fashion designer, screenwriter, director, actress and producer. This set list of accomplishments doesn't come altogether that often, in fact doesn't come altogether and recognizable for a woman at that.

I've rather enjoyed many of her other films, 'Lost in Translation' and 'Marie Antoinette', to name a few, but The Virgin Suicides, even though one of her earlier films, still I found to be pretty enjoyable. Perhaps it was the silly, yet bubbly sound effects, the dimples in Kirsten Dunst's smile, the way the light streamed through the trees, or simply the narrators' matter of factish yet warm voice.

The Virgin Suicides was set in the 1970's in Michigan and is a dark and morbid tale of 5 sisters who because of strict parents led up to literal house-arrest, believing that they could protect the girls from the world. All girls, died virgins, except of course, Kirsten Dunst, who had that dimply, mischievous smile. I believe it was entitled Virgin Suicides, not harping on the fact that the girls were indeed virgins, but because in actuality, they were all only girls, and did not live a full life.

Despite the heavy content, it came across rather light and painless because of the narrator's story-telling throughout. None of the actors had very much dialogue, so the entire movie had a dream-like quality to it. I am positive had there been more depth or dialogue between the sisters and other characters in the film, the audience would have been able to identify with emotions more strongly, in turn creating greater reaction and connection to the girls after they had passed. Because of Sofia Coppola's chosen dreamy technique in the film, she was able to keep it mysterious yet inviting, as opposed to nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat entertainment.

Assumptions

I tend to find myself in sometimes rather un-savory situations, certainly not intentionally but surely because of lack of luster or strength to truly express my "No's". You see, I expect that everyone should respect one another; it is one of the wisest and greatest virtues in my book. For if you treat people the way you wish to be treated, the world would be a much friendlier and fair place. Apparently I missed the memo in that the world today, doesn't work that way; in turn, for my lack of love at filing paperwork, I become stuck in sticky situations with people who adore disrespecting and using me and my energy till the very small amounts of meat I've got on my bones, is pretty much sucked dry! Arrgggh! The torment!

I was told the other day by one of my new and dear friends, that if I was any gentler or polite, I'd be pretty much a sponge or an amoeba! I realized promptly that this wasn't a compliment, and however harsh was said with utmost love and absolutely necessary. People will take advantage of you or cross boundaries and limitations if you don't set any for yourself. I knew she was right; and it's not that I didn't see that, it's just that I always prefer to give others the benefit of the doubt.

Many people believe they can read one another like an open book. They make assessments and judgments based on what their parents taught them, on the experiences they've had, good or bad, and of course from what they view on film and the television. They shuffle you into boxes or brackets or quotation marks whenever they deem necessary and most times they haven't begun yet to scratch the surface. We're all guilty of judging and making assumptions, but should we really automatically do this without first giving the person a chance?

We are all reflections of one another, along the same path at different points in life, and despite a person's demeanor, personality or physical attributes, we know very little about that person's belief system, childhood structures or life ambitions. We must remember that what we give of ourselves, we receive; which takes me back to my philosophy of respect being an enormous virtue. Treat people the way you wish to be treated. Period.

Assumptions and Ego, get you nowhere in life, except disappointed. Be open to the lessons available to you throughout your journey here, think of it like a University degree, and each course you take, despite the deadlines, boring teachers and the adventure of scales, algorithms and thrilling adjectives, the more you challenge yourself, the better your CV will look. For once you do the right things, and listen to that voice within, which always ring true, then sure enough when you're in that interview before entering the next stage after your time here, you'll have impressive character and heart, and there's only one that can judge you based on the sincerities of your heart. J

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Pride Begone

While hiking in the beautiful 'Pacific Palisades' in Malibu California the other day, with my visiting and insightful French friend, it dawned on me how self-centered we humans can be. We were admiring the mountains at one point, in between heading steadily towards the top, as we were told there would be a lovely water-fall found at the end. And he shared with me an experience he and his friends had while hiking a mountain in Geneva, Switzerland; he said that it was there for his first time he had actually heard his echo in a mountain, and not only once, but 7 times. This story stayed with me; I found it quite extraordinary to not only hear yourself once or twice but actually 7 times in a row, and as he described surrounding them. I wondered also, what did he shout so that he could identify his echo, and he had said that it was simply laughter. This story not only brought a smile to my face, but got my imaginative writing-gears churning as well. J

You see, it is one thing to love yourself, to have self-worth, to have self-respect, and to treat your body and mind healthy and positively; but then there's the other side of the spectrum, which some, adopt mostly or fully quite easily, those attributes of arrogance, self-centeredness, pride, and lack of thoughtfulness. The prior are encouraged, but the latter should be greatly disheartened.

Despite mankind being able to accomplish, build and create many great technologies and accomplish outstanding feats, we still must remember that we are not 'all', or the most significant beings on the planet. We do not 'rule the world' or have control over all things and we must remember that just because we are wonderful, the world does not revolve around us, and everything isn't either about us. It is a big world, and an even larger Universe and we are not the creators of the grander scheme of things. So when you begin thinking, "Why is this happening to me?" or "Why are people doing this to me?" We must take a step back and in turn ask ourselves, "Why am I reacting this way, because of this situation?" or "Why am I allowing something to completely envelope my life and make me upset?" Always try to see the brighter side, don't over-exaggerate, or over-react, which we are many times guilty of. Don't take things so personally, for other's have their own feats as well.

Remember that we are all connected, like the rivers that flow into the vast ocean, and despite our differences we are all reflections of each other at different learning stages through-out our life. You are no better than your fellow brother or sister and to think otherwise is to be judgmental and downright haughty. Therefore, let go of your pride and say how you truly feel, speak the truth and trust in the truth that is given in return; for you receive what you give (not necessarily from the same people – so never expect that either). Don't ever doubt the Universe/God with a question mark, where he has put a full-stop. For, we for the most part are blind, un-willing to be open to the truth which we don't usually see straight away. We must be humble enough to be guided along our journey in life. When you struggle against the truth, you will always be miserable; it is better to walk one step at a time, at a steady pace with faith than instead violently swimming upstream, almost drowning to say, "Look at me, I'm doing what I want!" The problem here is…what 'you want to do', and 'what you need to do'. We all have strong desires, but not always for the right reasons. Find out what it is you 'need' to do versus what you 'want' to do; and usually when you begin doing what you 'need' to do, you end up doing what it is you 'want' to do! Be of service, and find out how you are able to give back to your fellow man through the desires you hold in your heart. Not only will this bring you deep-rooted satisfaction and fulfillment, but also joy in knowing that you will be accomplishing both love for yourself as well as your fellow man; being aware of the reflections in your life. J

And in conclusion, if you happen to not get any of this [ha-ha] or find it dull or un-interesting, remember to just laugh at yourself. Laugh at yourself every day, don't take yourselves too seriously, you can only do so much, and you are exactly where you're supposed to be in this moment of time. Look in the mirror and make a silly face, enjoy a baby's babble, and old man's slow tale, or witness a dog simply wagging not only his tail, but his entire bum! J Know that you're surrounded by your heavenly team, who's always a step ahead of you, only wishing for you to reach out to them so that they can continue to spread goodwill and joy to you, or perhaps simply echoes of laughter, to remind you that they're there for you always as well! J

Bless-up!

Jair