You cannot grow and improve inwardly, but remain stagnant outwardly.
The driven work endlessly to refine and reshape what they understand to be the soul, to better reflect devine intent. This work, can at times, become overwhelming, with no apparent end in sight. The goal too seems to be ever moving further and further away, dragging with it all hopes of sudden victory.
The drained glimpse over a weary shoulder, wishing to see relief's sweet approach. Occasionally, they scan the horizon, longing to see anything that resembles their "ship" coming home to dock. All the while they deliberately grow, forcing themselves into better moulds.
Faint not, seeker, for in due season you shall reap. The constant labour you exert to become great inwardly, prepares the road for greatness outwardly. Today, you stand in your work clothes, at the work bench, still toiling at and pondering about a more desired life. Tomorrow, sweaty and fatigued, you will open the door to more labour, and suddenly be in the midst of your reward.
With the "inside you" shaped, it now shapes your outside. Humbly standing on the stage of life, you will share truth, you will lay your vunerable soul bare, as you explain the path that brought success, pointing to it, using your experience as the example. Be strong, seeker, for you shall reap in due season, if you faint not.
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