Epitaph (or the final lesson on self-importance)

“Then the prophecies of the old songs have turned out to be true, after a fashion!” said Bilbo.
“Of course!” said Gandalf. “And why should they not prove true? Surely you don’t disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!” “Thank goodness!” said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.

I wanted to add just a small little something to the blog today before the day is over. It’s a gorgeous, warm spring day and I’ve spent the majority of it in my office writing proposals and keeping up with the business. Meg and I plan to take a spin on the Triumph later and I still have a few things left to finish before then. I love this passage from The Hobbit. It sums up my take on self-importance. Which if any of you out there reading this who know me I fall prey to on occasion.

It is after all one of the vestiges of insecurity really, or one of the masks of the “I Am Not”. So I advise you dear reader (and myself) get out and connect to this beautiful day. Don’t take yourself or your situation so seriously. It’s not really that grave. There’s a jewel in each experience we encounter. It’s humility. There’s some sweet aspect of your (our) life that is calling. It’s called innocence. Listen to life bursting forth all around, and then go enjoy it. Be a “little fellow in a wide world after all…”

I plan to.

Love and rpm’s,

J

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