We are always watching merry-go-rounds, wanting to get off, waiting to get on, or just watching the excitement. But, stop the merry-go-round – now it is just me, in silence, wondering when (or if) that merry-go-round will ever start up again. At what speed? Will there be any other kids on it, or just me?
Standing still next to a revolving merry-go-round, revolving door, or revolving earth – two things are going on at the same time. We are observed and the observer. We watch ourselves, listen to ourselves, see ourselves stationery but not stuck, frozen in the moment a bit like that deer in the headlights – not blinded, but stunned and suddenly immovable.
I’m not talking about ‘in all aspects of life,’ but rather in terms of the emotional beings we are – we’ve become that. We are a thinking, feeling, a mix of emotional beings, conditioned by life and society that we ought to be kinder, gentler, hugging some trees, and hugging each other more than at any time in history. As Laurel and Hardy so aptly played it, “Here’s another fine mess you got us into.”
Maybe I’m an oddball, maybe it’s ‘the COVID world,’ or perhaps this is a stage of life I might have otherwise missed – because right now, we have this pause-time for reflection.
If we weren’t paused, we would all be caught up in the daily whirl of our lives, career pursuits, hobbies, and vacations – most of which are substantially fulfilling, time absorbing and distracting from the main job we have now: time to worry
It’s always time to worry, but most of us don’t have the time.