Fear of aging, fear of economy and country, fear of the unknown, fear of those who don’t look like or think like us… the drivers of fear keep our consumerism fed, our resources hungrily gobbled and maintain wedges between us that are easily manipulated and used for purposes that do not represent us – not us as a whole.
Humanity is not represented by those fear drivers. We’re not the sum of the strife that gets drummed up by power hungry, or newsworthy or even news hungry people – no, we’re something entirely different.
We’re more. We’re better.
We may suck at times – but we should give ourselves permission to suck. That’s freedom. Not being constrained by what we’re told is normal, who or what we’re told to be.
I had a bout of what I think feeds this yesterday, as I continued to be a vegetable through the evening. I wondered if I were wasting life, what was I doing that had any meaning.
It’s really easy to inspect that in a small sphere, and forget about the whole makeup of you. Yes, yesterday and for the past two weeks, I have been wasting life, doing not much to count for anything in my home.
But dang – sometimes that’s just what we need after being buffeted by sustained winds.
Listen to the silence.
Soak up the nothingness.
The point I came to is that we’re trained to forget that lives in general are a tapestry of worth. When you closely inspect a slow segment of time, the threads look so similarly woven and predicable that it’s hard to see the artwork, the beauty, the joy, the meaning. But those threads connect the whole and without them, there would be no continuum.
Why do we think we have to be so gosh darn important all the friggin’ time?
Aging spurs an impetus, a drive to do something that matters – when the truth is that we mattered already. I think that’s where many unhappy people are now – evaluating value, and wanting to find importance in life.
We need to remember things we taught others in the past that threaded through their lives and helped others find little successes with that learning.
We need to remember kind things we’ve done, and kindnesses extended to us.
People we’ve touched, and people who’ve touched us.
Accomplishments, tiny though they may seem in the looking back – but how huge the ripples in the whole. Those threads. What matters.
No use looking for the pot of gold… It’s been found finely threaded through our tapestry of life.
We need to be able to stop and visualize it… and be content with just being.