Life is a funny thing. Poetically, life is like the tides at the shore, each tide rising and ebbing, each full of thousands of waves doing their thing, one by one, more or less sequentially, each totally unique in furry, pattern, sound and gifts deposited on the sand or rocks. Many of these gifts are beautiful, shells and little creatures of nature’s design, and some are “ugly,” dead fish or even mammal carcasses stolen from the sharks and given to the birds, dead seaweed or jellyfish splayed on an alien surface.
Life is like this, life is the sea itself, but we are each a beach, molded a little with every wave, changing day by day but yet still there the next day. We receive life’s gifts also, some with happiness, some with sadness, but mostly we just take these for granted, unfortunately. If we could truly grasp the meaning of life, and embrace the false dichotomy of having both an infinite life but for now, a limited lifespan, we could live differently. As it is, most do not want to think of their present mortality, and have little concept of the infinite aspect of their being.
Aging is the play of life. We model the format of plays after that of life itself. Aging can be cruel. I have sometimes thought that, “Heh, it would be nice to be born fully grown as an old person, then as we ‘age,’ become younger and younger and then die in the form of a new born babe?” Not sure how we could be born, obviously not the conventional way. But just think, if one had the knowledge of an older person at the beginning of life, would it be possible to avoid doing things that later one regrets? So you could actually live a wonderful life with minimal difficulties? I don’t know. Likely the wisdom of the universal Mind feels differently.
How we come into this world is even a strangely little understood phenomenon in itself: we understand it biologically of course, but how our human life comes to be conscious of itself it not understood. Does the new born babe come from “nothing?” Is it then just a successive product of its environment as it grows daily? This seems highly illogical to me. So I ask, how can so many of Western religions in this “magic” (something from nothing) rather than belief as in Eastern and many other religions such as Ifa, that humans are reincarnated (of course, interpretations of this view differ across the spectrum of such believers), so “not something from nothing, but rather a continuation of something.” The latter corresponds to all know physical properties of the universe as to energy and matter, whereas being born from just an egg and sperm doing a dance does not.
The aging process is naturally conducive to what we humans need and require to live our lives of course. When young we are energetic, do wild things and learn from these; when in our 20’s-30’s we began to grasp adulthood and the responsibilities (whether or not we fully accept these is another story), and moving through our 40’s and 50’s we feel like we are much more in control and if we have lived our earlier years fairly well, we can enjoy the fruits of life in all ways. Then comes the 60’s and by then we begin to sense that most of our life has been lived, and begin to wonder about what’s left.
I am nearing my mid-70’s now, and find it both interesting and strange. In many ways mentally I feel much younger, and although my eyesight is not very sharp I feel what I see is through the eyes of someone younger in a lot of ways. Yet, when those same eyes see myself in the mirror or camera selfie, I can only marvel at the power of nature to change us physically, but in exchange is the wisdom I know nature has given in return, a wisdom that will coach me on through my remaining days, each day trading another wrinkle for a bit of wisdom. A fair trade I would say.
The point of this posting is just to say, live each day to the fullest, sincerely, not just figuratively. But never despair, because your life is truly infinite, your energy and your essence was never born and will never die, so just relax ok.
Have a great day!