Something I have noticed far too much is that when we become great we stop doing the things that lead to our greatness. We spend so much time actually telling the world how great we are, or how we became great, but we never sustain those things which got us there. We abandon ourselves.
This is perplexing to me. Why is it that we abandon our roots for the pastures of a greener nature? How can you talk the talk if you no longer walk the walk?
Life is full of great challenges, great triumphs and some pretty great tragedies. We often have great stories to tell. We want to share those moments with everyone; how we got through them, how we used our immense capacity for the powers of good, or the serious powers of evil.
Regardless of the eventual outcome of the forever spinning chapters of our life, why is it that we abandon every trail that we’ve blazed through, We are constantly looking backwards while spending so much effort telling calling out our greatness, leaving the trail empty, the pathway unfulfilled.
Maybe that’s the reward in itself, but to me, all that greatness is that you used to be someone/something not that you continue to be something.