I’m sick for the umpteenth time this year. I have to change my travel plans, again. There’s a lot of work to be worked through, and yet once more here I sit, upright in bed, doing what I can but mostly resting and passing the time.
At least it’s a sunny day today. I can see the birds hopping around our garden. And you know what they do? The same thing they always do: pecking at the leaves. Just like I keep pecking at this keyboard—and like you should keep pecking at what’s important to you in this life.
A bird pecks because it wants to eat, but a bird also pecks because it’s a bird. We, too, need to do the former as well as the latter. It matters not whether you peck quickly and often or slowly and sporadically. Sometimes, you’ll be surprised at your own speed. Sometimes, you’ll only peck once for the day.
Regardless of your pace, just keep pecking—and whether it’s the weather, a difficult project, or your body, sooner or later, life will set itself right yet again.