On Wining"If we are ever going to be made into wine, we will have to be crushed—you cannot drink grapes."
Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
There's your lesson for today. You can't drink grapes. You don't start out finished. It's not supposed to be easy. It's not supposed to be handed to you. Whatever YOUR personal 'it' is -- a new job, money, health, perfect children, world peace...you're going to have to suffer for it.
You get what you get. Maybe this is the life we deserve, the country we deserve, the planet we deserve, the bullshit drama we deserve.
It's definitely going to be the life we get, the country we get, the planet we get, the bullshit drama we get, if we keep standing still.
Grapes left on the vine don't make wine. They don't even make raisins.
Jump down. Get stomped on. Be better for it. Ferment in the knowledge and wisdom of experience. It's your distinct flavor. Be bold, with soft undertones. Be special. Be something to be sipped, savored, cherished and remembered.