It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.
e e cummings
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Understanding ourselves, perhaps the most important activity of our lives, is no easy matter, as has been said many times, and also by me ad nauseam. Even facing the necessary steps toward self knowledge is usually a daunting task. Though we may move gracefully from who we thought we were to what we have become to what we wish we were, there are still boulders and depressions along the way. It takes a lot of courage to face those changes, to step over or around the boulders and to climb up out of the depressions. With every effort we try to make those changes positive ones for ourselves. Without positive changes we are just sushi, raw flesh for the birds.
But there is something else in the process that may take even more courage and that is the relinquishment of who we used to be or thought we were. In the trunk we pull along with us through life is a wardrobe of influences from other people and life experiences. We can't ignore that those influences are there but we can begin to chose which ones are positive and discard the rest. It's hard to tell the difference.
I am grateful for those in my life who have left a thumbprint on my character. Some of them are no longer my friends, for one reason or another, but whatever mark they made on my life is always with me, and many of those marks were made on a man who thought he knew himself, a man who didn't know how much growing up was in store for him. Some of those imprints caused resentment, for which I need to forgive myself, and some caused joy and a feeling of approval, for which I'm grateful. To live a true life is the best response.
I have to know that I have left my mark on others also. Without realizing it I have shaped other people's character and reaction to themselves by how I have treated them and even how and what I have been to them in the past. I also have to understand and be compassionate with other people because events I know nothing about have shaped their lives and their personalities. Everyone's life is worth a book.
Some people, most of us, face a later life without having really lived it, because we turned it over to the world's expectations of us or to satisfy someone else's desires. To mold ourselves to fit another's character is to be a shoe that forms itself to fit a foot. That is not a bad thing in itself provided one does not sacrifice one's own person in the process.
After we broke up an ex girl friend of mine got married. The man she married refused to acknowledge anything about her past or even that she had one, even to the point of eliminating every scrap of evidence that I had ever known her. After a while she would call me and chat, but she had to do it on the sly because he would have raged. What a terrible thing! Our relationship had been very close, so naturally we had shaped each other in many ways. The woman he married did not come fresh from the factory. She has a right to her past and to choose what to keep and what to discard. She also has the right to become more of the person she really is. And she has the courage to do it if she is allowed to.
This happened many years ago and I have no feelings about it except well wishing. I have moved on.
It takes courage to face ourselves and acknowledge who we are, with all the failures, faults and wrinkles. But it also takes courage to let go of who we used to be.
Memories are antiques. Save the good ones. Put them on a shelf, Dust them off every now and then. And get on with life.
Dana Bate
The Vagabond
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SUMMER QUESTION
(This is not a contest.)
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Thank you.
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Solving The Riddle
actingThe practice of life is the only thing that can make you feel "divine," "blessed," "evangelic."
Nietzsche
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See results of the weekend contest below.
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Let's face it friends, nobody knows what they're doing. There is no such thing as an authority on life. Just when you think you've got it figured out it changes, or some new unexpected element emerges out of the fog, or you stumble over a rock you didn't see. We are all total amateurs when it comes to life. Life is an unsolvable riddle, an eternal enigma, a jig saw puzzle with an infinite number of pieces. We spend our whole lives trying to discover what our whole lives are all about. How can one not have a sense of humor?
Here we are born with a certain set of abilities which we then have to learn to develop. As helpless infants we soon learn that screaming in rage over our own limitations usually brings results from the big people who serve us. The clever and wily child learns to turn that rage into a more coercive maneuver. Affections grow along with likes and dislikes and slowly a character is formed. After a few years of growing we realize that we are much wiser than the big people. Finally we step out into the world at large and discover that we are not as wise as we thought we were, so we start learning things about life. And that "coming of age" is a process that never ends even though we imagined, in our innocence, that one day it would.
What's really going on, undercover, is a process of coming to understand ourselves. We think. foolishly, that we know ourselves until a major change takes place, a tragedy (heaven forbid) or, better but just as challenging, we fall in love. Oops! What is that? Not something we were prepared for.
When I was leaning how to be an actor I, at first, thought I knew how to do it. But gradually I became aware of the fact that there was a lot I didn't know. My teacher/mentor told me to put in practice what I knew and the rest would eventually follow. He was right. By the time I retired from the stage 45 years later I realized I would never know it all. No one could.
I was a performing artist. That was my career. But whether you're an actor like me, a boxer like Mark, a painter like Ernie, a nurse like George, a philosopher like
Friedrich, a teacher, a wife and mother, a career is a metaphor for life. And as we make our pilgrimage and leave our echoes in the hallways of history what are we really doing but reaffirming life. We are practicing what we know, hoping for more wisdom to follow and putting it into practice when it does. And that's where the blessedness comes from.
I'm still learning, discovering, practicing, but in the long walk I guess the answer is one that I have come to many years later than other men have. It is the living of life every day, with conscious commitment, enthusiasm, expectation, appreciation, gratitude and a sense of humor. And that is the only answer to the riddle, as far as I know.
DB - The Vagabond
Nietzsche
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See results of the weekend contest below.
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Let's face it friends, nobody knows what they're doing. There is no such thing as an authority on life. Just when you think you've got it figured out it changes, or some new unexpected element emerges out of the fog, or you stumble over a rock you didn't see. We are all total amateurs when it comes to life. Life is an unsolvable riddle, an eternal enigma, a jig saw puzzle with an infinite number of pieces. We spend our whole lives trying to discover what our whole lives are all about. How can one not have a sense of humor?
Here we are born with a certain set of abilities which we then have to learn to develop. As helpless infants we soon learn that screaming in rage over our own limitations usually brings results from the big people who serve us. The clever and wily child learns to turn that rage into a more coercive maneuver. Affections grow along with likes and dislikes and slowly a character is formed. After a few years of growing we realize that we are much wiser than the big people. Finally we step out into the world at large and discover that we are not as wise as we thought we were, so we start learning things about life. And that "coming of age" is a process that never ends even though we imagined, in our innocence, that one day it would.
What's really going on, undercover, is a process of coming to understand ourselves. We think. foolishly, that we know ourselves until a major change takes place, a tragedy (heaven forbid) or, better but just as challenging, we fall in love. Oops! What is that? Not something we were prepared for.
When I was leaning how to be an actor I, at first, thought I knew how to do it. But gradually I became aware of the fact that there was a lot I didn't know. My teacher/mentor told me to put in practice what I knew and the rest would eventually follow. He was right. By the time I retired from the stage 45 years later I realized I would never know it all. No one could.
I was a performing artist. That was my career. But whether you're an actor like me, a boxer like Mark, a painter like Ernie, a nurse like George, a philosopher like
Friedrich, a teacher, a wife and mother, a career is a metaphor for life. And as we make our pilgrimage and leave our echoes in the hallways of history what are we really doing but reaffirming life. We are practicing what we know, hoping for more wisdom to follow and putting it into practice when it does. And that's where the blessedness comes from.
I'm still learning, discovering, practicing, but in the long walk I guess the answer is one that I have come to many years later than other men have. It is the living of life every day, with conscious commitment, enthusiasm, expectation, appreciation, gratitude and a sense of humor. And that is the only answer to the riddle, as far as I know.
DB - The Vagabond
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