Music, words and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
You are going to die. Fearing it doesn’t matter. Being OK with and accepting it doesn’t matter either. How will you live? How will you be of service? How will you fulfil that which calls to you in this lifetime?
Life is change, change is life. This is the way of things.
For generations, we’ve aspired to an ideal of ‘world peace’, yet nobody really knows what that actually means. The truth is, we don’t know what peace is. We don’t know what it would take to have or maintain it, and we most certainly aren’t willing to do what’s necessary to make it ever come close to being a reality.
I took my aging car in for an overdue oil change yesterday. I wasn’t expecting much, as the “quick change” places generally want to process and get you out as quickly as possible. I can see both sides of the argument: someone in a hurry doesn’t likely want to be up-sold on things, nor do they want to idly chit-chat. On the other side, if they’re busy in the shop, they need to keep the line moving.
When I was young, and stupid, cocksure yet ignorant beyond the meaning of the word, I put my oar in the water and knew with certainty that I could paddle against the current. I was its master.
