“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 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.
Is it possible to truly live a deeply spiritual life and never take risks? I don’t think so. Travelling into the unknown and unknowable has its risks. For me the rational and incessantly thinking mind is sometimes not happy being there: it’s uncertain. I like a good map, compass and clear weather when I hike. Travelling in a spiritual sense can be pretty misty and have limited navigational aids available.
Is it me or are these questions getting very difficult? Am struggling to recall an instance to support this question. I don’t “do” vulnerable well I have to admit. I find it difficult to untangle it from weakness. I’ll be very interested to hear other perspectives. As with Christina I don’t like it.
The roof over my head, the warm bed I lie in, the peace around me. OK that’s three.
I drive through life with the brake engaged, always on the alert for threat and often not at peace for fear of something bad happening. To release that brake would be a fine thing.
For me it is now. Whatever there is in now. I have grown to appreciate it. It used to be shy and hide from me behind all the stuff but now it peaks out more often. Everything else can be lost to me even the memories that are priceless.
I must say I found this difficult; not the question but the statement. I have lots of people I care for from close family to wider family, friends, work colleagues and pets. I find difficulty in seeing it as a blessing. For me it’s so much tied up with obligation and sucking my energy and resources. Is the blessing that I care about people ie that I love them enough to care? I see that as a blessing – who doesn’t need to give love? But not necessarily just caring for someone. I feel I am missing and resisting something.
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!
Thanks Aine. I’m obviously getting tripped up on semantics.
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