When King Arthur and his Knights embarked on their quest for the Holy Grail, they did so because they believed in the miraculous powers it would hold. They risked life and limb, friendships and wives, fought every enemy who came their way and outwitted the rest. So driven were they by this one item, that they first had to relinquish every other item and love in their lives.
Percival, Bors and Galahad were the final three standing- exhausted, injured and with nothing left to lose, they were the lucky ones who were to prove themselves worthy of the Holy Grail. Although all three had shown that they were exceptional Knights, only one would be the true deserver. Percival, it transpired, was too naive and spiritually young. Bors, did not have the ambitions of the other two, and as he had a family, also had responsibilities within this world. Galahad however, was the winner. Galahad, was the man destined to succeed.
How many of us have an ambition, a faith, in something, someone, anything, that we are willing to let everything else go- if that were the only way to secure it?
No? Alright then.
How many of us have a problem, an inner quest, that we must resolve before we can be content? How many of us will unintentionally drive everything else away, in order to 'succeed' and achieve our dreams?
Hmm. Me for one.
And which of us will be the ones to succeed? Who will stand up to announce they are rich/ thin/ chief exec, and own their own business/ have three houses/ four cars/ two dogs/ chickens/ a ponyand all at the expense of love, friendships, life experiences
So, ultimately, which of us will be Galahad? Who will be happy- not because we have fought hard, or lived by the dream of one goal- but because we were destined to be happy. That arguably, we could have been content had we done nothing at all. And as with any moral tale, whom of us will be Percival or Bors? Who will push and strive and fight and relent, only to find that our dream was never ours to own? Who will hold it all, and yet never feel the bask of contentment?
We all have ideas of things that will no doubt make us happier, and far be it from me to stop each of us striving for our goals. But perhaps when an obstacle repeatedly falls in our path, be it a dragon, or maiden, or dismembered troll; we should not cry and consider why we are sent so many burdens to battle- but question if we are being sent warnings, to show that we aren't on the right path after all.
Percival, Bors and Galahad were the final three standing- exhausted, injured and with nothing left to lose, they were the lucky ones who were to prove themselves worthy of the Holy Grail. Although all three had shown that they were exceptional Knights, only one would be the true deserver. Percival, it transpired, was too naive and spiritually young. Bors, did not have the ambitions of the other two, and as he had a family, also had responsibilities within this world. Galahad however, was the winner. Galahad, was the man destined to succeed.
How many of us have an ambition, a faith, in something, someone, anything, that we are willing to let everything else go- if that were the only way to secure it?
No? Alright then.
How many of us have a problem, an inner quest, that we must resolve before we can be content? How many of us will unintentionally drive everything else away, in order to 'succeed' and achieve our dreams?
Hmm. Me for one.
And which of us will be the ones to succeed? Who will stand up to announce they are rich/ thin/ chief exec, and own their own business/ have three houses/ four cars/ two dogs/ chickens/ a ponyand all at the expense of love, friendships, life experiences
So, ultimately, which of us will be Galahad? Who will be happy- not because we have fought hard, or lived by the dream of one goal- but because we were destined to be happy. That arguably, we could have been content had we done nothing at all. And as with any moral tale, whom of us will be Percival or Bors? Who will push and strive and fight and relent, only to find that our dream was never ours to own? Who will hold it all, and yet never feel the bask of contentment?
We all have ideas of things that will no doubt make us happier, and far be it from me to stop each of us striving for our goals. But perhaps when an obstacle repeatedly falls in our path, be it a dragon, or maiden, or dismembered troll; we should not cry and consider why we are sent so many burdens to battle- but question if we are being sent warnings, to show that we aren't on the right path after all.