I need solitude and it grounds me. It’s a time out to let my brain reset. I can tune into the bigger themes of my life and I can more appreciate the minutest thing at the same time. I’m then more energised to engage with the hubbub.
Whenever I contemplate the enormity of time and the brief moment that this body experiences.
Yes it’s a “when” not an “if”. It’s part of everyday life. I have to say I find it difficult and avoid it where I can. Maybe if I can accept that conflict is to some extent a celebration of the diversity of people I can see it differently. Am interested in what comments will come on this question.
I haven’t been remembering them for a while. Writing something down when I’m half asleep at 4am doesn’t really appeal to me.
There is only the next choice. Like most of us, I guess, I make good and poor (or less optimal) choices. I don’t think that that ever really falls away: it’s part of being human. A poor choice can suck us into more of the same. But the bit I’m learning is that I can hit the reset button after a poor one and look at the present situation as a choice now rather than carrying past negativity into the decision. That can give me the space to appreciate my choices now and look a...
There is only the next choice. Like most of us, I guess, I make good and poor (or less optimal) choices. I don’t think that that ever really falls away: it’s part of being human. A poor choice can suck us into more of the same. But the bit I’m learning is that I can hit the reset button after a poor one and look at the present situation as a choice now rather than carrying past negativity into the decision. That can give me the space to appreciate my choices now and look at it with a better perspective and hopefully a better outcome.
I was thinking something the other day and this question reminded me. One of my legs doesn’t function as well as the other. Not in a big way but I notice it. And I get annoyed with it. But then I realise it’s kept me upright for fifty odd years. Keeping me upright all this time – pretty good. Well done, leg.
“What do you want to be when you grow up” or “who do you want to be…”? These are the typical questions I got when I was growing up. And they are interesting questions for someone shaping their life. But “”how” do I want to be… “, now there’s a beautiful question.
I’m living on the edge of the known often deluded into thinking I can control what I’m stepping into in the future adventure. But there’s far...
I’m living on the edge of the known often deluded into thinking I can control what I’m stepping into in the future adventure. But there’s far less I can control than I think. So my greatest hope and aspiration of how I want to live? : comfortable on that edge finding enjoyment in travelling that great unknown and having this life that I inhabit make some positive impact along the way.
I started reading in reverse order and got to the answer that I was thinking which is Kevin’s. Feelings are generally repeatable. However what also occurred to me was that my range of feelings is probably quite limited. There are probably many hundreds. So it prompted me to want to explore that much bigger menu. Then when I do breathe my last I will have tasted much.
As well as the thoughts already posted, experiencing a little more “yes” than “should”. I tend to lean towards expecting that the moments should be a particular way. I haven’t fully persuaded my ego that it’s not in control. Life’s moments will happen regardless!
When hit with the challenges of life I become more convinced of the opportunity for deep transformation. Heeding that advice from the heart has led me to many interesting things. Related to that is the advice of throwing lots of things against the wall. Something will stick. Am still doing that with some really interesting outcomes. If i think of all the things that don’t stick I would get into a discouraged state. Instead I see the fun of all the possibilities.
Just at this moment I am in the presence of pain of another, my senior dog. He’s on plenty of meds which is enough for him to enjoy the last of his retirement. Still loves his food but he’s no spring chicken.
It starts with taking a breath and realising I’m alive. Then noticing my five senses are working. Then I can get out of bed and walk..And l can eat, drink and be sheltered. That already makes me so fortunate, before I add in all the rest of my privileged life. But then I need to stop the comparison any further as measuring against other privileged people leads to pain.
My phone, a beautiful piece of engineering, giving me the pleasure of experiencing vicariously all the beauty in these comments.
That’s really interesting, Kathleen, looking at the internal conflict. I wonder does managing internal conflict in a (hopefully) caring way spill over to how to approach external conflict?
Yes that’s it for me. The biggest barrier is how I relate to myself in this. Self compassion doesn’t always flow freely!
Kevin’s answer pretty much nails it for me.
I really like that, Antoinette. Who wrote it?
Best wishes, Kevin. I hope the op gets you some relief
I’m with you on this, Michael. I lost mine a couple of months back. She was very old but still a loss. I have found perspective and I have what I can only describe as a very warm feeling around her.
I agree, Deb. Scanning awareness and making adjustments : larger ones in my case!
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