For the past four and a half months, you’ve read my ramblings as I etched my thoughts on here, one post at a time.
Looking back at them I see this has been a practice in sharing and reflecting, which developed into a daily ritual. Posting the blog created structure amongst the empty space I was in. It was a voice I didn’t know I had.
Now I feel it is time to say goodbye. I am grateful for anyone who read my blog, took away from it, and I can say I enjoyed every minute of it.
Go well and kill it in the game 🙂
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.”
While sitting on a park bench earlier today, enjoying conversation with a dear friend, a man approached us and sat down for a conversation. The man appeared to be a rough sleeper, his clothes were unclean, his face had cuts on it, and he was in need of a wash.
Amid some ramblings, he asked us what we thought the meaning of life was. We threw out a few answers to carry the dialogue, but he had an answer already prepared. The man then pulled out his smartphone from his coat pocket, pointed to a picture of him holding his baby daughter and said “that’s the meaning of life, when I hold her in my arms”. He told us her first birthday was coming up next week, and he asked our advice on what gift he should get for her. We agreed that his presence might be enough. Although he agreed, I have to assume from what he implied, that his baby’s Mother may not appreciate him turning up empty handed (if at all).
My wife said to me recently that most of us are only one paycheck away from living on the street. She’s not wrong. I thought about the possible circumstances that led this man into his situation – Addiction? Mental health? Redundancy? Perhaps a mixture of all of these.
Every one of us is vulnerable, so we each have to keep going.
I think I will slowly develop Alzheimer’s disease, but at least then everyday will be a brand new day”.
A window is sometimes really a mirror. But do we consider that life reflects back ourselves to us?
Our state of being is sometimes overlooked, instead disguised by matters of doing. Of course, we are not human doings for a reason, yet often our identity is defined by what we do, simply consider the all to common conversation opener ‘so, what do you do?’
When we put all our distractions away, and simply look through the window, we look onto what appears to us as our reality. Everything that you see, smell, and feel are all part of your experience. Of life. Of your life. You are a part of something larger than you, or what you do.
Your experiences as a human being are not mutually exclusive to your identity, in fact I believe that we are all universally aligned to a higher energy, or resonance, beyond our individual selves. It is physical in a way, and if that is the case, then the window is really a mirror and our universe begins inside of us, not out there.