Urgency

There comes a point when the passage of time becomes harder to ignore. We see it in those around us, in the things wearing down, and in the choices we’ve postponed. Urgency isn’t about doing more or moving faster. It’s about recognizing what matters and finally giving it our attention.

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We’re feeling it. Time.

We’re watching paths diverge and choices converge with a certain quickening. Jobs, decisions, and their ensuing confluence of events are becoming apparent before we physically go through the motions.

We’re seeing parents age. Buildings and familiar things are wearing out, their colors fading. We try to disguise the weight of time’s passage with fresh paint, hair dye, or by replanting the same things, as though nature isn’t perfectly content to grow, fade, and die.

We don’t want to waste time, an idea that exists only from a mortal, clock-watching point of view. Yet even a hint of foresight and intuitive judgment makes it harder to idle comfortably, play nice, be polite, or listen to our own well-practiced bullshit.

We know we’re better than that. We feel the courage bubbling beneath the surface, particularly when we’ve grown unaccustomed to taking chances and daring greatly. We’re feeling the impulse to direct our energies inward, allowing them to find outward expression in a more genuine way of being.

We know that settling is hurting us. Social conventions don’t always accommodate the disruption and uncertainty of an unpredictable life. They would sooner label us self-righteous, self-serving, self-centered, or worse, simply for taking care of what truly moves us, feeds us, and fulfills us.

We’re masters at bending ourselves to fit circumstances, tolerating unimaginable imbalance, and powering through to get by; to be responsible, productive, accepted, accredited, and validated by external measures and predetermined frameworks.

We also know, or eventually come to know, that it’s all crap.

Awareness is boiling to the surface. Heart-centered leaders, teachers, heretics, and shit-disturbers are sparking our boldness, pushing us beyond familiar comforts and toward growth, authenticity, vulnerability, and resonance. More information is finding its way into our streams of consciousness, stirring something in those willing to listen.

We’re moving, sometimes awkwardly, into a more intuitive age, one that makes room for all the clumsy details, lessons, hardships, struggles, emptiness, and perceptions we’ve too often maligned or dismissed as shortsighted. Make an effort and you’ll find less noise, more substance.

You’re free to be you.

Memento vivere