We will never figure out everything we think we ought to know, nor should we never stop trying. This is the quest. This is the journey, and if you are on the treacherous path of growth, then it will be an anxious one. “Anxiety is the price of the ticket of life; intra-psychic depression is the byproduct of a refusal to climb aboard.” (Hollis)
The Buddha once said, “I am not the moon. I am just a finger pointing to the moon.” There is deep wisdom in that. We ought not to get distracted by the finger, what color it is, if its nails are painted, if it holds a reefer, or if its skin is mottled with age spots. Let’s keep our eyes on the prize, and the shared vision of where we want to be in 1000 years. That’s perspective. Then let us set an achievable pace for getting there.
Trump was elected in a wayward sexual revolution, not just a political one. Forward-thinking people, both male and female, are scrambling to figure out how a healthy man should show up in a rapidly changing 21st-century world, a world where men have precious few good role models to follow.
Some memories we keep, but others we must let go. The typewriter is not a prisoner of its past. It is not doomed to tell the same story over and over. It can write a new story at the hands of a skilled operator.
For any of us who wander but are not lost…a song that calls to the deep within many a man who eases his pain by burning shoe leather and spending nights alone staring at the sky, wondering why.
Like a puppy that keeps straying off, my mind wanders terribly. I must chase it down again and again from the hinterlands of my worries and anxieties, my plans, regrets, hopes and intentions, and everything else that occupies my over-active monkey brain, even in my sleep.