Greek mythology tells the story of the Phoenix, a long-lived bird that is cynically reborn by rising from the ashes of its predecessor. I’ve been thinking a lot about this particular creature lately.
I recently thought a rare opportunity was consumed by flames.
What burned away, however, was only preventing success. The opportunity is lighter and more nimble now; primed for a quicker ascent. The flames are extinguished and it’s time to fete the whimsical engines of destiny for their combustible direction.
Although it seems contradictory that mistakes and misadventures can be mined as a source of gratitude, opportunity – like the legendary Phoenix – can arise from their ashes.
I know this to be true. I can still see the burn marks.
So sayeth the StickMonkey.