We all know that
persistence is the quality of continuing with something despite challenges
encountered, and history has shown us again and again that powerful characters
have it. As a key element of self-discipline, persistence also provides its own
motivation; you become more eager to do something when your actions start
showing results. We've noticed in life that successful people don’t give up easily because they
understand that only by being persistent you would be able to continuously chase
your dreams. Once again, I guess it helps to be kindly reminded that's important not to get
distracted and nor to lose the focus of the journey; working with diligence toward
our goals (either professional, social, spiritual, etc.), one step at the time,
would definitively lead to substantial achievements!
While at this page, here
I’m sharing a beautiful story which carries a very powerful message – there is
no doubt that perhaps many of you already know it, but at times a quick
refresher is always gratifying. Enjoy!
Story: “The Daffodil Principle”
Several times my daughter had
telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they
are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake
Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday, "I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove
there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my
grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is
invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you
and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time,
Mother."
"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm
heading for home!" I assured her.
"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
"How far will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to
this."
After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the
way to the garage!"
"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way
of the daffodils."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."
"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you
miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a
small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that
said, "Daffodil Garden."
We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down
the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped.
Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a
great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The
flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of
deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each
different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed
like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.
"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the
property. That's her home."
Carolyn pointed to a well-kept frame house that looked small and modest in the
midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a
poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the
headline.
The first answer was a simple one."50,000 bulbs," it read. The second
answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very
little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing
experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty
years before, had begun ~ one bulb at a time ~ to bring her vision of beauty
and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time,
year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the
world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty,
and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of
celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at
a time ~ often just one baby-step at a time ~ and learning to love the doing,
learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time
with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish
magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I
have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty
years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those
years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.
"Start tomorrow," she said.
According to a number of people, the daffodil garden mentioned
in this story really does exist (it is located below Running Springs,
California, in the San Bernardino Mountains, about 60 miles east of downtown
Los Angeles ) and anyone can visit during peak bloom time, early March to early
April.
“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you keep going.”