Sunday, December 2, 2007

Miss the bus

Life’s the ride, not the destination

Sometimes we spend so much time looking at, talking about or wondering what we are doing that we miss doing it. We look ahead to the prize and don't understand that playing is the reward. Our lives are to be lived, not suffered until we have won some invisible kingdom or fantasy afterlife. What is it that most of us want to do with our lives? We want to be happy, safe, peaceful, loved. We want to be someone worth being. We want others to see us as we think we are. As we believe we could be. All that we are.

But, if I am too wrapped up in trying to "be real," how real am I? Being real is in one's actions, not one's declaration. I, we, just want to get through the day so that we can sit down at night feeling as if we did something worthwhile; as if our efforts counted. Like we made a difference. I guess we want to feel connected to something. Part of the stream of reality. Feeling outside of the loop can cause one to act in ways that others might find "different.” And most people do not want to feel different in that way. We want to be accepted. But, how do I do that, I wonder? I don't really know any better than you do, but I'm willing to learn. I can be taught. There is always something to be learned.

The game of life provides many lessons. But, we must be open to learning them. We must take advantage of all life has to offer. The game is always on. So, if I must play the game there are some rules to help me to play. One that is worth understanding is this: In order for one to win someone else must lose. There must be a balance. But, the loser is not left wanting. No, no. The game is balanced so that all the players ultimately win. This time or the next or the next. This is what Alan Watts called "The game of Black and White.” The game we play everyday, knowing it or not. The game of life.

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