You’ll never get there on your own. Everything and everyone is part of “The Great Team” that has made you who you are today.
Talent and aptitude do not manifest from thin air, but from a carefully fabricated concoction of social structures, transcendent love and self-fulfilling paths of action. One cannot achieve anything in life without the interconnected network of giving and receiving. Creation takes teamwork and its very seeds will never root in the solitude of a dry, malnourished state.
Creation would never be if it were not for the endless chain that endows an individual with their current circumstance. This endless chain I will refer to as “The Great Team”, which bestows the collaborative effort of all things that bring one to their present moment.
I take this moment of self-reflection to consider the countless hands that have helped me along the way. I must say hands, as well as hooves, wings, mountains, storms, stars, and light; for each have lent an immeasurable contribution to “The Great Team” that has made me who I am today.
At times I’ve been pushed and others I’ve been guided; sometimes along the path of progress and others alongside trial and error. Failure and triumph are the craftsman of experience and both use the common tool of time. “The Great Team” knows that no matter where you go — whether near or far — it will never take you there alone.
I mentioned how hooves have been one of my aides; the first time I began to pay attention to “The Great Team” I was walking through a treeless prairie. I’d released a herd of dairy cattle from the concrete slab of their confined enslavement and watched them dance across the field. The prairie was a velvet pillow in comparison to the bone buckling force of a one-ton animal atop the unforgiving foundations of a milking parlor. One would think they’d surfaced from the deepest depths of an ocean gasping for air — air so vital, so precious, and so necessary that it contained the secret catalyst that sent lifeblood coursing through their throbbing hearts.
A spirit shot throughout the herd and you could feel the lightness of a cheerful contagion. If cows indeed have smiles, these smiles are what overtook the herd I’d found myself among. Perhaps it was “The Great Team” conspiring, illuminating an insight within that said, “Sometimes you are immune to your confined and limiting circumstances”.
Something is waiting to unlock the gate so your soul can dance along the velvet soil as the cows did. It takes individual reflection to outshine the blemishes of an inhibiting elite. Nevertheless, would you like to be a cow that jumps the fence, only to frolic through the hills alone, or would you rather contribute to the team, so those beyond you inherit a better tomorrow?