I lived across the river and saw it all from a distance. I didn’t hit me then. I saw all the coverage that night and saw the smoke – still from a distance. I didn’t hit me then. Three days and all the same – everything around is hitting me with it, but still it didn’t hit me. Friday, early evening, driving past a Park and Ride lot near my home, I saw it – and it all hit me. My neighbor’s car still in the lot – not alone – but few cars remained. And would remain until claimed, by not my neighbor anymore.
Knowledge without experience is a book without a spine. Knowing more than you’ve lived, means you only know what others have experienced. This knowledge is useful for sure, but it’s also unoriginal. Experience means something. Would you want someone to perform surgery on you if they were only well-read on human anatomy and the history of surgical practice?
Know that learning is to shake hands with experience and all its beautiful imperfections. Be a learner and the more you will know about truth beauty.
Before we long to live forever, we should first focus on whether or not we’d be pleased to live with our current selves for the rest of time.
Perhaps in the future, epitaphs on tombstones will be replaced by scrolling end credits that play on repeat. If so, who will have played the starring roles in your life? Are you in good company? Are these key players heroes, villains, jesters or extras?
Wanting something owns you far before you own what you desire.
We envy birds so much, our egos have rationalized our decisions to hold them captive in cages. We do the same to our minds. Our minds are naturally unbound, yet our egos need for validation acts as a self-assigned cage.
When we hear the saying, “Abandon Ship!” it brings to mind the imagery of jumping overboard to save ourselves from a sinking ship. What’s important to know is that all the “ships” we experience in our lives never abandons us – we abandon them! Situations, no matter how dire, have no anima. Therefore, do not place blame on any situation that cannot feel what’s being projected onto it. The best chance of survival is our own return to reason. The sooner, the better.
We curse the rain; reprimand flat tires; scold spilled milk. We do this fully-aware that we will never get a reaction from the object of our ire. So, where does our sanity go in these moments? Why such temporary insanity over something we know better than to expect any response let alone a rational one? Although we may lose sight of reason for a moment, the actions we take in those moments are accountable actions. There may be no need to cry over spilled milk, but there certainly can be reason to cry over spilled reason.
No crystal ball is needed to determine that putting stock in the future as being a predictor of present happiness is misfortune.
To tell a toddler that their heart only possesses so many beats, and it’s best not to waste more energy than necessary on tantrums would not land with any recognition of reason. Sadly, the same message is lost on most adults, even when we know better. We bear the burden of reason having dawned on us and yet routinely make it worse by missing the point of what that means, and choosing not to live by means that will better change what we know is certain.