“We fail to realize that mastery is not about perfection. It’s about a process. A journey. The master is the one who stays on the path day after day, year after year. The master is the one who is willing to try and fail, and try again for as long as he or she lives.”
Excerpt from Mastery: The Keys to Success and Long-Term Fulfillment by George Leonard
Six-year-old Noah Pozner was one of the victims in the Sandy Hook elementary school shooting in Newtown, Conn. on December 14, 2012. His mother, Veronique, delivered this message at his funeral:
The sky is crying, and the flags are at half-mast. It is a sad, sad day. But it is also your day, Noah, my little man. I will miss your forceful and purposeful little steps stomping through our house. I will miss your perpetual smile, the twinkle in your dark blue eyes, framed by eyelashes that would be the envy of any lady in this room.
Most of all, I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier, a taco factory manager. It was your favorite food, and no doubt you wanted to ensure that the world kept producing tacos.
You were a little boy whose life force had all the gravitational pull of a celestial body. You were light and love, mischief and pranks. You adored your family with every fiber of your 6-year-old being. We are all of us elevated in our humanity by having known you. A little maverick, who didn’t always want to do his schoolwork or clean up his toys, when practicing his ninja moves or Super Mario on the Wii seemed far more important.
Noah, you will not pass through this way again. I can only believe that you were planted on Earth to bloom in heaven. Take flight, my boy. Soar. You now have the wings you always wanted. Go to that peaceful valley that we will all one day come to know. I will join you someday. Not today. I still have lots of mommy love to give to Danielle, Michael, Sophia and Arielle.
Until then, your melody will linger in our hearts forever. Mama loves you, little man.
“There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate.
“It says that the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles, and attached it to all the people whose lives are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. It’s all been determined by mathematical probability.
“The threads that connect us are not bound by space and time. What seems to be individual, like a twist of fate, from another perspective is simply one of those threads pulled tight — how things should have been all along. And even when those threads seem irreparably frayed, they never break. Not completely.
“But sometimes the most important connection is here and now. Every individual hope you harbor, every dream you attain, every desire you fulfill has an impact far greater than you can imagine.”
… Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.” ~ Mark Twain