If midnight suddenly transformed into midday, the brightness would be unbearable. So too must our joys and sorrows have their dawns and evenings. The slow blossoming into sweet, sweet fragrance, and the knowledge that dawn follows the darkest.
I too decided to take the personality test (linked on Mark’s blog).
Here are my results:
Your personality is actually determined by two personality sub-types: your primary, or dominant sub-type, and your secondary sub-type. You are a Chosen One which means you are a Golden / Seeker. Your primary sub-type is defined by “Golden” characteristics and your secondary sub-type is defined by “Seeker” characteristics.
That means you’re warm, giving, knowing, and patient. Chances are you’re not afraid to actively pursue your goals and dreams. As if all that weren’t enough, you pretty much set the standard for emotional health by being filled with positive feelings and energy.
As thoughtful as you are, there’s still a more spontaneous, adventure-seeking side of you. That combined with your ever-present curiosity leads to a particularly high energy level that people both envy, and want to have around them.
We all have our breaking points and our limits. There is importance in recognizing these things, but also in recognizing those who can hold us up and carry us through when we can’t do it alone. It is then that we realize we can do more than we ever imagined. We can survive when we had no hope. To keep moving despite failure and despite setback, this endurance and perseverance, is an incredible gift.
I wonder why I isolate myself so significantly from those around me. Why I satisfy questions with mere superficial facts and feelings. Why I try to desperately hold it all together.
Why am I so against falling apart?
And then I remember that in many ways, I am content. I am protected. I am comforted. I am blessed with gifts. I have been given reason for joy, gratitude, and peace. I am not alone.
The sky was that contradiction of bright and faded as only a clear winter sky can be. The sun shone, the clouds were in someone else’s sight, and trees confused by autumn turning into winter proudly displayed their still-green foliage.
Snow crunched. Ice slipped. An infinite series of frozen moments in time.
I need continual reminding that I have no rights. No right to friendship, to right to alone time when I want it, no right to health, no right to education.
Once I realize this, I will see all things as gifts – to be held in an open hand.
This is what I ask: for a continual refocusing upon these things as gifts, not rights. For this will manifest in overwhelming thankfulness to and awe of the Giver.
I ask for an abundance of joy.
