Several years ago I was working on a book about happiness with my friend, Joan Singer,* when she came up with this thing about eggs. Of all the pieces we wrote for this project, this topped my list. And right now seems the perfect time to share it.
Eggs. My mother explained it all. The daddy fertilizes the mommy’s egg. Okay, simple enough. So I literally went through childhood picturing a shelf with a bunch of eggs, neatly lined up, just waiting for my dad to appear. And I always marveled at how miraculous it was that my egg was the one that got picked. What if he’d chosen the next one?I would never have been born! I couldn’t get over it. What luck.
And in a way, I was right, wasn’t I? I mean we’re all eggs that made it! The arrow lands on its target and there we are. Another egg would have been a different person. But we were chosen. Each one of us. We’re a bunch of winners.
So why so much crankiness? It’s kind of like the world is full of people who’ve already won the lottery and haven’t bothered to look at the numbers on their ticket. What’s worse, they throw it aside and forget it even exists. Look! Look! I feel like yelling at them, but I don’t think that anyone is going to listen. So what do I do with this information that nobody seems to want?
Exactly! Here we are. The “Chosen People”. We’ve made it through from the miraculous/ mysterious world of pre-birth, through the pain of being born, the dependency of infancy, the challenges of childhood, the peculiarities of adolescence, and into the adventures of adulthood. Well, isn’t that something. And isn’t this the perfect time to remember and give thanks?
So why not, for this moment at least, be grateful that you’re the egg that got chosen — the one that made it? What could be more amazing? More magical? Despite the discomforts, disappointments and difficulties of being here, I can’t begin to imagine not being that egg — not being here at all! It’s impossible to even consider.
Falcon of Gold *
Close your eyes and breathe out three times. See, sense and feel yourself being released from a blue egg as a falcon of gold, and rising high above the world.
Breathe out one time.
See yourself sailing on golden wings. Know what it is to live, to love, to change, and to embrace the infinite. Do not forget this becoming.Then breathe out, return safely to earth, and open your eyes.
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* Joan Singer is a teacher who creates educative programs for both children and adults.