We’re far apart, unless we describe our location as ‘earth’, in which case we are in the same place. Does it matter if we are on the same street, down the hall or at the other end of the next country over – just longitude, latitude and time zones separate us?
I don’t mean how did I get to Monday morning or to where I am in terms of location?
How did I get to HERE?, to this place in my life, this stage of my life, that of mind and being that is my HERE and NOW?
Where I am is here.
If you can’t see me I might be too far away, or on the other side of the wall.
If you view us from the other side of the Milky Way (not sure how to define that – I mean, from a long way off), any GPS would show us as all ‘in the same place’.
As citizens of this planet – as counterparties in complexities of many relationships, aren’t we all in the same place? If we aren’t, could we be?
If we could be, would we make the effort?
How I got here: long journey, mostly dull conventional circumstances punctuated by spectacular moments, life-altering experiences, encounters with stirring personalities, I bounced from each stopping point in a low spot through to every new up, lofty place or high point.
What I am, how I got here – just defining ‘here’, and I mean MY here – is far less important than dissecting my why.
Good column, Mark. I would say that “why?” is a disconcerting question for most people, except that most people have never considered it. It remains off their radar. Alas, we are conditioned to ensure our lives are “busy” instead of “meaningful.” Thanks, BC, Canmore, AB
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