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Goal oriented...or blinded?

We are taught to be goal oriented at an early age...

 

Learn to share and others will share with you

Eat your vegetables and you can have dessert

Finish your homework and you can play outside

 

Through adolescence and into adulthood, the conditioning occurs unabated...

 

Practice hard and you will make the team

Score well on tests and you will place into a good university

Keep your nose to the grindstone and success in career will follow

 

Is it any wonder many religions fit the same mold?

 

Do onto others as you would have them do onto you,

but, hey, the real payoff will come in the afterlife

 

Have you ever wondered what would change if the future

was not quite so clear,

perhaps a little fuzzy,

even uncertain?

 

What if you knew now,

that you would not be given your place above the clouds,

an eternity of bliss,

a value proposition that cannot be surpassed?

 

What if all there was is what is,

our time together,

our relationships,

our ability to do right on this earth simply

to enable others to grow,

to thrive,

and to be happy?

 

Would you...change your plans? Change your master scheme?

 

If and when a judgment day comes,

who will be the more pure of heart....

the one that is once again striving for the goal

or the one that is acting simply for the reason that

 

it is the right thing to do?

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