We don’t really think about what in the end means. It doesn’t refer to our deathbeds as perhaps it might if taken literally, but some moment in the future when all the current conflicts and irritations and disatisfactions have resolved themselves. For many working people that means retirement in the rose garden of the autumn years. For others it could be that they are holding onto the myth of romantic love, or believe the grass is greener in another town or country, or that a just a little more of something, money perhaps, is the answer to everything.
In the meantime, with the pot of gold at the end of some other rainbow on the far horizon, we don’t always feel well - emotionally, spiritually or physically. We don’t feel well about ourselves. We don’t feel well about the state of our world or community. This background radiation of dis-ease and un-ease is so universal that it has become part of our human evolution and no matter how hard we try, by changing our lives or attitudes, burying our heads in self help books, taking medications or recreational drugs, seeking medical or psychological help, employing life coaches, prioritising money over morals or vice versa, seeking solace in methods, gurus, teachers and old religious forms, we can feel increasingly helpless.
A cure for this is to seek to resonate at the same frequency as the cosmos, as we are born of the elements of the stars, and to accept that we are the sum total of our experiences and must embrace those experiences rather than deny them or try to mythologise our past.
This is the hardest work we can ever do ...
i was wondering about this just last night, but what i wondered was, are we supposed to feel well at all? actually, when i was thinking on it, i was thinking, right now i do not feel (a silly case of) optimism, and i want to. ha! and what exactly is this supposed to anyway? what is that? perhaps if we trained our eye on the phrase supposed to we might find something out. supposed to what, and by whom? as though there is a right or a wrong way to live. what if there is not? what if we are not optimistic at all points? what if we are not well at all points? what if we are not supposed to do anything at all but live? two ways to go from this i imagine (or countless ways, of course), toward despondency or toward acceptance.
ReplyDeletei have not quite chosen my direction yet.
xo
erin