Mad world...
"Tired of living. It's easy to do..." As the song goes.
I've had a strange past few days. Is like I've had the chance to look through the glass at lives. I've been given a glimpse of the other side of the fence. The lives that I've so wished were mine...or even a small modicome of it to be mine. Been so downtrodden, struggling through my own turmoils and loneliness that I didn't notice the harsh climb out of the briar patch was nearly done...and that I'm about to arrive on a beautiful clearing that is nowhere as difficult as where I even USED to think "good" was. Never stopped to realize...how my life has actually turned out good...somewhere between struggling to make up for the financial or emotional devistation of past regressions........my life ended up good.
My daughter, in all her 6 year old guru ways, proclaimed from the back of the car today "Mommy, everyone's life is difficult, isn't it? But, we have a car, a job, more than one pair of pants, more than one shirt, we have shoes..." I just took it all in. Told her that yes, everyone's life is difficult...in different ways. That we all have our problems and challenges. It isn't a measure of how little strife our lives have that make it hard or not...it is us...how we deal with it and what we consider important. How we remember to not take it too seriously. How we are there to help each other and enjoy what were doing. Stop wishing for something different. Stop looking at the past, because you'll trip on your own two feet and not realize what you have right in front of you. Maybe heaven and hell do exist at the same place and at the same time. Maybe it is all just a matter of perception. Sometimes, when you have "nothing", you forget it could be worse.
Off to dance to some drums with my sage / daughter...
I've had a strange past few days. Is like I've had the chance to look through the glass at lives. I've been given a glimpse of the other side of the fence. The lives that I've so wished were mine...or even a small modicome of it to be mine. Been so downtrodden, struggling through my own turmoils and loneliness that I didn't notice the harsh climb out of the briar patch was nearly done...and that I'm about to arrive on a beautiful clearing that is nowhere as difficult as where I even USED to think "good" was. Never stopped to realize...how my life has actually turned out good...somewhere between struggling to make up for the financial or emotional devistation of past regressions........my life ended up good.
My daughter, in all her 6 year old guru ways, proclaimed from the back of the car today "Mommy, everyone's life is difficult, isn't it? But, we have a car, a job, more than one pair of pants, more than one shirt, we have shoes..." I just took it all in. Told her that yes, everyone's life is difficult...in different ways. That we all have our problems and challenges. It isn't a measure of how little strife our lives have that make it hard or not...it is us...how we deal with it and what we consider important. How we remember to not take it too seriously. How we are there to help each other and enjoy what were doing. Stop wishing for something different. Stop looking at the past, because you'll trip on your own two feet and not realize what you have right in front of you. Maybe heaven and hell do exist at the same place and at the same time. Maybe it is all just a matter of perception. Sometimes, when you have "nothing", you forget it could be worse.
Off to dance to some drums with my sage / daughter...