Fifteen Thousand Seven Hundred And Six Days


How can I tell that the past isn’t a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?

Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

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The only moment we have is now.  Tomorrow is a fiction that we can only guess at and yesterday a story that gets older every moment of our lives.  We only have this instant, and a tumultuous instant it is.  It is filled with all the good things in the world, every happy person in our lives.  It has within its borders the evils of the world, and all the pain the world can bring upon a person.  It has beauty, wisdom, suffering within it, all of humanity and everything that goes with that resides within it’s borders.  Time is the one place we all truly call home.

Embrace the moment, it is all you have, it is all you are, it is all you will ever be, and when it is gone, you go with it, changed by the instant and the circumstances in your life.  Release your hold on the moment, if you hold it too close you will not see the goodness that comes of it.  Watch the moment, for as you see it, you will see not only the world but yourself  moving through the vast infinite beauty of the world.

This moment is always beautiful, and it is always ugly. It holds in it every birth and every death, every pain and every pleasure, every love and every hate, every single human thought, every single emotion, every single event.  Cherish this moment, it will never come again, and it is the measure of our lives, ourselves, and our world.

Every wrong we see in the world is a wrong within ourselves, and every goodness a right.  We can make the world a better place by making ourselves better here and now, for making ourselves better tomorrow is a fiction, because tomorrow is a fiction, one we create to make up for some lack that exists now.  Every failure in the world is a failure in ourselves, a failure to see other people and other moments and other thoughts and other ideals in their proper light.  Every jealousy, every anger, is an emotion pointed at other peoples happy moments, and is thus a failure in ourselves to be able to live happily in the moment with other people.

We are entitled to our emotions and thoughts, and wrongs and rights, because they mark us as human, people, tough yet fragile, frail yet resilient, Intelligent in some ways yet ignorant in others.  It is only through growing in the moment that we can move beyond the fragility, the frailty and the ignorance to live to see a better day for ourselves and others, to recognize that those we call enemies are not our enemies, but are people like us, and that the only real enemy we have is in fact ourselves, using the moment in the wrong way, or for the wrong reasons to create enemies we need not create, and create a moment of victory over this illusory enemy that will not come, but that we imagine will.

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Run, run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down, it’s time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

Pink Floyd, Dark side of the moon, Breathe

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Five hundred and sixteen months.

Two thousand, two hundred, and forty three weeks.

Fifteen thousand seven hundred and six days.

Three hundred seventy six thousand, nine hundred and sixty seven hours.

Twenty two million, six hundred eighteen thousand and forty four minutes.

One billion, three hundred fifty seven million, eighty two thousand, six hundred seventy two seconds.

Also known as forty three years. 

That is how long I have been alive.  Pretty happy to have made it as far as I have.  Pretty happy just to be alive, still sucking oxygen, beats hell out of the alternative.  I’ve had a happy birthday, relaxed at home a little, looked for work, went out running, played guitar, hung out with me wife, had a generally relaxed quiet day of it.

Nice.  I am hoping that my day tomorrow will be filled with me getting a job, or at least hearing about getting one, or some happy news on that front, a few happy miles out running, and some inspired guitar playing. 

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 A viddy before I go.  

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Back to politics, news, and other such happiness tomorrow.  Have a good night America, I’ll write to you tomorrow.

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