I came across the following essay entitled Destiny, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It’s advice is as relevant today as it was 110 years ago when she wrote it.
Let me know what you think of it:
Destiny by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Never say that you wish your situation were different! Never wish you had some other person’s life or troubles or worries.
Accept your own as a working basis, the best for you.
Then go ahead and change whatever displeases you.
Remember you are the maker and moulder of your own destiny. You do not recall the fact, but you brought about the present conditions of your destiny in former incarnations.
Even if you do not believe this, you must acknowledge that you are here, and that the situation in which you find yourself seems to be inevitable for the present.
But it is not inevitable for the future, unless you lie down in the furrow and whine, and wish you were a millionaire, or a genius, and rail at the partiality of Providence.
There is no partiality in the Universe.
The whole scheme is well balanced. If you were allowed to change lots with anyone on the face of the earth, you would complain and find fault in a short time.
One of our best known millionaires, born to opulence, complains that he has been robbed of the privilege of making his own fortune.
He is no happier than you. His confession betrays his weakness of character just as your repining and fault-finding betrays yours.
The real worth-while character thanks God for its destiny and says, “I will show the world what I can do with my life.”
Not long ago there was a great trotting-race at Brighton Beach. The blind conqueror “Rythmic” won five consecutive races.
Think of it! He did not, like a mortal man, shrink back and say “I am blind—that is a terrible destiny—I am cursed of God—I will not try to win the race.” He just trusted the hand of the Master at the reins, did his best, and won the honors of the season.
We are all blind racers on the track of earth. The king, the millionaire, the statesman, the lawmaker, the beggar, the laborer, the cripple, we are all in the dark. The only thing is to trust the hand of the Master, and do our best.
Believe your position is the right starting point for you, merely the starting point.
It is the shapeless block of stone from which you are to fashion the perfect statue.
Or it is the mere mud from which you are to mould the clay image, and later that is to be put into enduring marble.
What is uglier or more unattractive than mud?
Yet think of the glorious conceptions which it imprisons.
Take the mud of your present environment and thank God for it, and make the image of the future you desire.
You can do it—you must do it—you will do it.
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Your Friend and Pep Pal,
**Destiny appeared in The Heart of New Thought, published by The Psychic Research Company, 1903