[A compilation of thoughts: June – September 2023]
I’d like to believe that when I do the right thing, I can make something of my life. I meet people who are unemployed knowing they’ll never work again. Sick, knowing that they will die young. In their case I can understand one digs deep into the Bible, holds on to mindfulness or practices meditation as if it were a religion, because that’s all there is left. But I’d like to believe there is more.
A friend recently said to me: There are not many people our age who have to wonder whether life can be made or not. To be honest, I believe in what Oprah calls co-creation and Lao Tzu called Wu Wei. I call it ‘The Surf of Life’. Going with the flow of life’s waves. Don’t try to resist. Work with the waves, so you can ride them.
I miss the nineties though, when the sky was the limit and movies like Jerry McGuire and Romeo + Juliet still moved me. When life was simple. I hadn’t seen the world and marveled at the Twin Towers or the Burj al Arab yet. I was nobody and still had to become someone.
But today, twenty plus years later, life is simple once again.
I promised myself to be more thankful the other day. Who gets to go to the movies in the middle of the day? There art thou happy. Who gets to still see their parents every day? There art thou happy. Who doesn’t have to go to work every day, but still gets a paycheck at the end of the month? There art thou lucky. Right?
Well, don’t get too excited. It’s still raining out, in the middle of Summer.
The Surf of Life 