and the river rolls on...
Jul. 16th, 2007 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joegodaI've been thinking bout the changes in my life. How it shifts and blends and moves and drifts and wafts and wanes. Some times there are very down times. Some times there are very up times. I think it's fairly normal to say that this occurs in everybody's life.
My life, which I talk about because I'm egocentric, is at once stable and maleable. There are places where change occurs quite frequently and there are places where it sits and holds the center. Things break down, thing hold together. People come, people go. Toys we played with are put away for newer, shinier things. Pretty darn normal.
We are, after all, human, regardless of how some of us (me) try to not be. Or perhaps we're trying to be more human than we were and the phrase human points to an old shell, and old chrysilis, that we had hoped we had sluffed off. Our life orbits around this sense of human-ness and the people and things that orbit with our life will move and move and move. Some times touching, sometimes very far away.
There's a sadness that occurs when the world shifts and things move away, and this is because, I believe, we are expecting changes to occur. They do, the changes happen, though rarely in the form that we imagine in our perfect perception of 'what the world should be or could be'.
Thing change. Doo Doo do occur. Happy happenstances make the universe mobile and pliable.
And this, regardless of it's form, is a good thing. Suffering comes to all of us. Mental, emotional, physical, all forms of suffering exist, to all living creatures. Well... I'm sure there are some forms, perhaps flatworms, where it doesn't matter or isn't recognized, but more the pity them.
More the pity they can't recognize suffering because along with suffering, sitting on one side or another, comes Joy. Joy in forms sublime, like holding hands and just having it happen, or joy in forms obvious, like an ice cube on a hot summer day.
I believe, and I could be wrong, that the two have to exist. Have to. Exist. Neither separate from the other, but very much apart, orbiting around our individual human lives like twin moons.
It's what makes life absolutely worth living.
It's what the stuff of dreams are born from. And we are, after all, in the end, dreams of each other.
May your day be joyful, regardless of suffering. May your dreams be marvelous flights of fancy and play.
My life, which I talk about because I'm egocentric, is at once stable and maleable. There are places where change occurs quite frequently and there are places where it sits and holds the center. Things break down, thing hold together. People come, people go. Toys we played with are put away for newer, shinier things. Pretty darn normal.
We are, after all, human, regardless of how some of us (me) try to not be. Or perhaps we're trying to be more human than we were and the phrase human points to an old shell, and old chrysilis, that we had hoped we had sluffed off. Our life orbits around this sense of human-ness and the people and things that orbit with our life will move and move and move. Some times touching, sometimes very far away.
There's a sadness that occurs when the world shifts and things move away, and this is because, I believe, we are expecting changes to occur. They do, the changes happen, though rarely in the form that we imagine in our perfect perception of 'what the world should be or could be'.
Thing change. Doo Doo do occur. Happy happenstances make the universe mobile and pliable.
And this, regardless of it's form, is a good thing. Suffering comes to all of us. Mental, emotional, physical, all forms of suffering exist, to all living creatures. Well... I'm sure there are some forms, perhaps flatworms, where it doesn't matter or isn't recognized, but more the pity them.
More the pity they can't recognize suffering because along with suffering, sitting on one side or another, comes Joy. Joy in forms sublime, like holding hands and just having it happen, or joy in forms obvious, like an ice cube on a hot summer day.
I believe, and I could be wrong, that the two have to exist. Have to. Exist. Neither separate from the other, but very much apart, orbiting around our individual human lives like twin moons.
It's what makes life absolutely worth living.
It's what the stuff of dreams are born from. And we are, after all, in the end, dreams of each other.
May your day be joyful, regardless of suffering. May your dreams be marvelous flights of fancy and play.
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Date: 2007-07-16 04:17 pm (UTC)The Rockies are crumbling? C'mon then, let's go see 'em while they're still there!!!!! *digs out her ol' favorite hiking boots*
Love you, Chetster. Love you!
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Date: 2007-07-16 04:33 pm (UTC)*giggle*
*ducks and runs*
S~
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