I wouldn't be here but for the life I lead, but what if it didn't lead me where I wanted to be now? I wouldn't be here but for the choices I made, but what if I made different ones? Or ones I have lived to regret for the life I made? The life I made and have now. The life I lead from the choices I made.
It's obvious now it's, as they say, all said and done, and like everyone else looking back, all I have are the memories of the life and choices. And the question we all ask now and then, "What if...?", about the choices we made or didn't make. Right or wrong doesn't matter anymore, only the reality of what happened afterward, to here and now.
And it's the obvious there are no do overs or wishes to be something or someone else. We face who we are where we are here and now, from all those choices which lead to this moment of the life we lead. That's all there is. Everything else is irrelevant and nothing else matters.
It's the life we lead and sometime in the future it will be the life people remember about us. And all the choices which didn't happen, only those that did. And left the life we lead.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Sorrow
"Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited and sorrow won."
- Bran Stark
It found me when I was five to be my companion in life, never leaving my mind, my heart, my soul and mostly my spirit. I never thought if it was there, I only knew it was there and was what it was, sorrow. And it's still, as it always has been, there, invisibly in my subconscious and sometimes in my conscious thoughts and feelings.
It has been my guide wherever I was and went, however I thought or felt. There, invisible to all but me. Felt by no one but me. Occasionally letting me be happy for a moment, but only just a moment. And it will be the last feeling I know, about my life and the world and life I leave.
- Bran Stark
It found me when I was five to be my companion in life, never leaving my mind, my heart, my soul and mostly my spirit. I never thought if it was there, I only knew it was there and was what it was, sorrow. And it's still, as it always has been, there, invisibly in my subconscious and sometimes in my conscious thoughts and feelings.
It has been my guide wherever I was and went, however I thought or felt. There, invisible to all but me. Felt by no one but me. Occasionally letting me be happy for a moment, but only just a moment. And it will be the last feeling I know, about my life and the world and life I leave.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Simple joy
I didn't know where to put this post, in Taoism, Life, My Life Stories or what. I was just wondering about life while watching a football game when a commercial came on about a child's joy of small things. I love watching children for the easy way they simply enjoy being and seeing what's around them.
To me, it's often sad parents don't see that or see the opportunity they have to share and teach their children. To let them wander and wonder and be there to share their joy of the world. We know it's all about learning about the world. We know it's how they see themselves later, to see the greater world, the whole of their world, and who they are as a person. They become, and in becoming it is joy that teaches.
We lose that simply joy during our teen years as the issues and pressures of adulthood arise and everything suddenly become serious. Then we're adults, badly as we are at it in the world we know and face. And the feeling of simple joy has faded with the situations and circumstances of our life. Our reality of being has displaced joy and pushed it into just a memory.
Where did it go? Where is it still? Where is that child in us and the simple joy of being a child? Why do we keep it there and not in the present, in the moments of our life? What are we afraid of? Joy? Or what others may think or say about our simple joy of being and the world?
To me, it's often sad parents don't see that or see the opportunity they have to share and teach their children. To let them wander and wonder and be there to share their joy of the world. We know it's all about learning about the world. We know it's how they see themselves later, to see the greater world, the whole of their world, and who they are as a person. They become, and in becoming it is joy that teaches.
We lose that simply joy during our teen years as the issues and pressures of adulthood arise and everything suddenly become serious. Then we're adults, badly as we are at it in the world we know and face. And the feeling of simple joy has faded with the situations and circumstances of our life. Our reality of being has displaced joy and pushed it into just a memory.
Where did it go? Where is it still? Where is that child in us and the simple joy of being a child? Why do we keep it there and not in the present, in the moments of our life? What are we afraid of? Joy? Or what others may think or say about our simple joy of being and the world?
Thursday, December 1, 2011
The Problem & the Answer
"Be in love with your life.
Every detail of it."
- Jack Kerouac
If only I could which is hard when I haven't and don't. I was never taught to love my life to know what it is to be in love with my life, only to hate it.
Every detail of it."
- Jack Kerouac
If only I could which is hard when I haven't and don't. I was never taught to love my life to know what it is to be in love with my life, only to hate it.
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