I always want to be better.
A better friend, a better person, a better being.
I always want to be better at one thing or another,
less focused on ego, less self-serving, less personality.
Clean out the clutter in my head, my closets, my computer.
Claim focus and clarity as my own, take better care of myself and
listen for the sound of the still small voice within.
Listen, hear, do.
I look back at where I once was and where I am no longer,
a heavy smoker, a lover of wine, an overeater.
I marvel that those vices that once gripped me have somehow
magically departed my life without any help from me.
Decades of overindulgence were not healed on my own,
for clearly I have proven myself incapable of such
transformation when left to my own devices.
Somewhere buried deep within, we all have a Better Button,
inactive until that moment when we realize that
we are incapable of healing ourselves of the trials and
tribulations we face as humans on a journey toward wholeness.
There is an invisible button, ever available in times when we might lose
ourselves in frustration over uncontrollable urges that threaten
peace of mind, or in times of self-judgment,
when we think of ourselves as less than we truly are,
in times when better seems an utter impossibility.
My Better Button has a name—it is called Willingness.
It is the miraculous ingredient that clears the way to effortless effort,
the magical, mysterious key that unlocks the door to transformation,
to the healing we cannot do alone, when there is nowhere else to turn.
Without true willingness, hope fades into oblivion.
Cigarettes, wine and overeating were once my best friends.
I had to be willing to let them go, to release my attachment.
I had to be willing to be willing to be willing.
One by one, each willing disappeared until there was only one left.
Then the miracle of transformation happened.
All it took was a Better Button and a little willingness.
Just imagine how a bit of both, a touch of faith and
and a lot of love might heal the world.