Devastating, the taken-for-granted Mercy
"Everyone applauded at the wrong things..."
thanks Mollee, JD Salinger
So this is devastatingly merciful.
Here. We live our lives - years - seasons - days ...
In the same patterns. Similarly new tracings of familiar paths. Circles wrapped around the wavelike cylinder of time.
We are cyclical beings.
So. We may judge our selves by the pinnacles. The peak achievements. Makes sense; those are the best times, right?
But life is lived a generous HALF in sleep and rest. The other half is spent warming up or cooling down (to and from the peaks we over-value.)
So we are always approaching some anticipated destination, the next peak, the next mountaintop. And we may exchange the presence in-the-moment for an imagination deceived by this elusive destination. (Even if we get there eventually... was it worth it? To lose all that time. For some better ends...?)
But what if. What if:
Life IS the journey.
Art IS the process.
every step of the path
is
This mere grandeur. The mundane miracles. The naturally culminating unlikelihood.
My life is lived in a greater context that makes every day a part of that story. And the imagination that makes that possible breathes into me the blessings of my stupid starry-mind consciousness.
Somewhere in this destination-obsessed psychology is the preferencing of what we call perfection over everything-else. It's not right! Everything else can be made "destiny-status" if we only see the big picture. Become thankful and observant. Not necessarily "live each day like it's gonna be your last." More like "Live! Each and every moment. And also, like the last day really is gonna be the best." And why not? If each day feels better than the last. That sounds like the right path to be on.
Even in awareness of the ups and downs. The dark nights, the tougher seasons. In embracing the range of experiences life affords... even the more poignant and weird things take on a certain value, an equality of existence? Maybe like a sense-of-humor that doesn't demand a laugh.
And in this way. Those things become not-taken-for-granted.
Full circle. full cycle.
Finito. Hasta mañana.
Finito. Hasta mañana.
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