It’s almost as if Life is playing like a grand jigsaw puzzle, with the pieces being assembled over a temporal-spatial dimension. Falling into place bit by bit, as Time moves its sweeping hand forwards. Relentlessly. And you look back across the grand tapestry of randomness that’s your small little Life, and notice the special moments gone by. It’s with the benefit of hindsight and with historical context that you come to appreciate where you were born (which family & country you were born into)who you were as a child or a teen or a young adult, how you gradually came to be where you are through a meandering up-down journey, and how your Life unfolded in such an utterly arbitrary way, but with so much splendor & vibrancy nevertheless.
You have to keep finding new raison d’être. Fresh reasons to Live. New things to look forward to. Fresh items on To-Do lists … Once more unto the breach, dear friends … And miles to do/explore before I sleep (for good). And (keep finding) new reasons to keep living before I sleep (for good).
Earlier, I would consider bowing my head as a sign of weakness: that I’m somehow submitting to blind-faith or dogma. Now I realize that it’s a sign of maturity & wisdom. I’m acknowledging limits to my own knowledge & intellect. I’m accepting that things are fundamentally not in my control. That I can’t mathematically calculate my way out of every situation or optimize inch-perfect strategies to everything in Life. Bowing my head to something larger than myself is a way for me to keep my Ego & Conceit in-check.
Quite like the tetra-pods take a ferocious constant beating of their Lives at the hands of the choppy waves, and continue to stand still. Resolute. Resilient. Stoic. Imperturbable. Calm. Insouciant. Zen. Patient. Persistent … So too, must we weather the choppy waves of turmoil in our own Lives. And somehow keep standing, tall & strong & immovable as an Oak Tree.
I wish for Time to be frozen sometimes. To give me some space to think & ponder – on how my Life has turned out, on where all I went wrong, and what all I did right, on the choices I made (often subconsciously), and how those choices manifested themselves in-terms of consequences (some consequences occurring many years later after the choice), and so on …
[The New York Times formally endorsed Hillary Clinton for President shortly earlier. The below is an adaptation of a series of three comments I’ve submitted to that article (Comment-Permalinks at bottom). It lays down my reasoning for why Clinton’s victory is in many ways a moral imperative for defeating the dark forces that have surfaced. […]
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Baby Donald had just uttered his first words of gibberish. It was a ‘Yuge‘ moment in The Donald’s life (which were of course soon eclipsed by about a billion other ‘Yooge’ moments within the next 3 minutes of his life, but I digress) – that I […]