First drafted June 6, 2011, completed almost two years later. How ironic.
Joe, a very close family friend died today at the age of 51 after an inspiring, almost 2-year battle with pancreatic cancer. Such struggles typically last months, not years, so allow yourself a moment to imagine the strength of character, love, and will to live this took. But our lesson from Joe is not so much perseverance, but the joy of life now because that is how he lived his entire life. Now.
And yet here I sit, a little sad once again that I am alone on a Wednesday night.
Growth and motion forward is something we all seek, whether or not we’re aware of it. A fast car or a better client, a destination or goal, the uplifting we feel is sweet as our minds and hearts are pushed forward by a seen or unseen energy. When stagnant, we weep, we shrivel, we atrophy. Sameness is boring and the feeling of going backwards, well, that ultimately feels like failure and is just another F word, so we change our clothes and food daily, and the music on the iPod is on shuffle.
Yet familiar feels good. We savor good memories, get lost in them, hear the song that takes us back to that time. “Remember when?” Maybe we cling, missing what was, distracted by what isn’t and all the while pining or fearful for what could be. Even the expectations that form in our minds are a form of familiar, as we base what’s in our future on the foundational memories and experiences in our past. They stop me all the time, dead in my tracks.
Does fear keep your mind on top, rationalizing you to consider possibility? Let me be the hypocrite that reminds you that’s pretty fucking lame. How about the now, the what or who in front of you.
You may not be here tomorrow.
“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” ― Joseph Campbell