MONDAYS WITH JOHN

The following is an actual SMS conversation. It took place on a Monday, the 15th of January 2007:

Sender: “The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who can not fly.” – F. Nietzsche

Receiver: My problem is those who couldn’t fly know my weaknesses and I need their company but they use this opportunity to pluck the feathers off my wings. I seek your advice oh wise one.

Sender: The wise know too well their weakness to assume infallibility; and he who knows most knows best how little he knows. Bear with it.

Receiver: Indeed I shall bear oh wise one. But I seek not perfection. My happiness is in flying since I’ve built my own wings. My contentment is in helping others build theirs. How oh wise one can I bear not flying and sleep with those who cut my wings to pieces?

Receiver: Forgive me for my impatience oh wise one. I am getting weary. My sadness overshadows me sometimes. This is not what I am used to. This is not what I am. In time, I shall fly again.

Sender: You will be fine, just remember we are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full. I believe in YOU.

Receiver: No worries! I still am flying despite all this. And this is because my view of you is not small! Thank you.