Happiness is a bi-product of giving, for free and for fun. Just like self love. Just like self forgiveness. Making them my goal ensures their failure. The only way past my ego is to not invite it to the party.
We often promise to live life more fully, to stay in touch, to love one another more significantly as we gather for a friend’s funeral. A promise faded by life’s duties. Nearly dying myself created a sea change in me. Carpe Diem became not so much a shouted bravado but rather a quietly pulling current motivating everything I did from that day forward. Creating a richness I would have previously slept through in case something better might happen tomorrow. Interestingly it wasnt my medical dramas that sparked my initial resolve. It was the near death of a shattered heart that inspired me to live every day as if it were my last – enriched tenfold by living it as if it might be your last too. For it was my misinterpretation of what Love was that sent me crashing in the first place. Love isnt as it turns out only reserved for that Special One. It is for everyone I share my life with, if even just for a day.
Trust me, the Special One will appreciate the lack of smothering.
It was important for me to contemplate the list of people in my life today and throughout my past who I’ve made pay for the harm done me decades ago, making me no greater a person than the one who hurt me. It is within my power to use the tools freely given me (and likely not available to those that hurt me) to right that wrong and thus setting me, that person and all those I’ve made suffer for my hurt free.
The greatest challenge in the world for people like us is to not hyper focus on the few who betray our heart and to look instead to all the ones clamoring to adore us – if only we’d look up.
Here’s the thing; for all your tourettes laden ranting about Liberty and Freedom, socialist, Kenyan, fascist, gun taking, internationalist, lame stream media conspiracy theorism, you’ve forgotten one little thing.
You just aren’t that important. Neither am I. And that’s okay.
I suggest a sea change. Perception is reality. Turn off FOX (or MSNBC) and go outside. I know you adore your dog. Just for today, try treating someone who doesnt look like you as kindly as you do Fido. Trust me, they wont be expecting it and the look of shock on their face may just be worth it. But it’ll make you feel better. Right away. There’s real power in that. And that, too is your fault.