We feel our direction, get bearings by compass, from distance to shores.
On plane, in boat, as bird, or fish – options include up and down, but where’s the fun in that?
Here’s da ’ting, is our life best governed by someone else’s compass?
We can slip our tether, scaring ourselves a little – scare others for sure.
Our mind can take us places we’ve never been – then we just have to follow …
Directions, paths, ‘right ways’ seem to matter lots.
So bloody prescriptive. Driving in our lane, staying on correct side of the road, staying right when negotiating staircases ~ staying safe, our perception of it, seems a human preoccupation we should re-think. Who is safe anyway? On this billions-years-old planet, we’ll last 80-100 years. Barely a moment in time. Actuaries happily inform us, especially for middle-aged contemporaries and I, that if we’ve made it this far we have a very high likelihood of making it to our life expectancy.
That’s just it, isn’t it?
What’s our expectancy of our own life?
Saving grave illness or traffic-accident trauma, I’ll likely live long, be comfortable, whatever I do. So will you. Simply staying in tracks, staying on these proven tracks set down for us.
The ONLY think.
The ONLY THING, we have any power at all over, is our response to what happens to us.
If we go off-track we’ll likely not shorten or lengthen our life but we might deepen it. Stretch it. Inflate it. Make it soar.
Up to you …
I’d rather be an unfinished symphony than quit without having dared trying …
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 0C/32F, clear, half a moon sitting witness to a soon-rising morn, Gusta crunching of fresh frozen grass (the sprinklers went on at 3AM), steady/wobbly we soldiered on in pristine silence …
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