As a youngster in school we had sports. Instructor would call out captains for the two sides who would then call out their pick for their team, one row on one side, one row on the other, huddling together as the team grew to make a group decision when their next choice came. Always, every time, I would be the last one called. No one wanted me on their team. It really hurts to be that one.
In the unseen realm there are others who watch, they determine who is who. The only difference here from before is they are unseen, and they can hear the inner workings of all mankind. It’s not about whether you play sports well, but about how sturdy the mind, how gentle the heart, how strong the will. The test is in the capacity to endure, yet maintain compassion.
For so long no one wanted me as a team member, today, I expect the same. No matter what I will continue to try, not to please others, but to test myself. Team of one, holding my own, wearing a smile that is genuine. For in trying, I have given my all, and am quite satisfied with just that. No one else need confirm or deny, whether seen or unseen, my ability … they are free to think what they like … and so am I. We are connected, anyway.