Sunday, June 12, 2016

Living In The Real Moment


“Mighty is He Who Conquers Himself” or similar quotes are usually attributed to Lao Tzu from the Tao Te Ching.  You’ll find Proverbs that are nearly the same and I’d be willing to bet that there’s a country song that tells us the same in a second stanza lyric.  What does it mean?  Slow to anger? Self control? Being able to stand where you are now and be satisfied?  I’m not really sure—but lately it seems to ring in my head several times throughout the day.

The earth has spun around and around and it seems that another birthday is nearly here.  Another year to reflect upon.  To wonder what might have been and to acknowledge what was.  If I didn’t “conquer” myself over the last year, will I manage it this year?

My life has been blessed.  Frankly, I don’t think I even know anyone that could not count themselves as blessed in the big scheme of things.  In this country, most of us live in houses that are too big filled with too many things and throw more food and abundance away in the weekly trash pickup than someone in actual need and hardship has ever seen or managed to acquire at one time.  There is nothing physical to want.  Nothing emotional that is actually needed if the blessings were actually counted.  But do we count them? Are you able to stand where you are now and be satisfied?

We live in a world that is constantly telling us that we need the latest smart phone or the newest electronic gadget.  We need a house with a separate room for every child and a separate car for every driver.  Ballet lessons and soccer, nannies and maids, status handbags and physical trainers.  If you don’t look like the characters on your favorite television shows or dress like the magazines tell you to dress, then you are lacking.  I’ve even realized recently that most conversations are carried on through text messaging.  We’ve even lost the nuance of voicemail messages with friends.  Texting is easier because it’s instantaneous. No having to stop and “listen”—you can text back and forth while sitting with other friends—never having to give anyone your full attention.

We are so overloaded with blessings that we let them conquer us.  These blessings have conquered our memories and moments and we’ve become a population that is spread so thin with passwords and emails and FaceBook and Twitter that we barely know how to be with each other anymore.  I’ve begun to notice that friends that don’t participate in a cyber existence as much as other friends are left behind.  And friends that are really more acquaintances of the past or casual friends in similar social circles are the ones I keep up with more…simply because it is easier.

When the news ran this weekend that a woman in Pontiac, Michigan had been dead for 6 years in her home with no one noticing until her bank account ran out because she had all her bills on auto pay and a nice neighbor continued to cut her lawn and her mail was sent to the post office because she traveled and was sometimes gone for a few weeks, I wondered really what we’ve come to in our world of blessings.

Take a moment and stand still where you are.  Look around.  Is your life filled with moments or is your life filled with false moments recorded electronically?  Are you aware of your actual blessings and those around you? Have you put away the phone and had dinner with friends?  Did you actually see that concert or did you see it through the lens of a camera on your phone?  Are you there or are you making sure everyone in your social media group knows you are there?

My goal for this next year of my life, if I am lucky enough to be granted such, is to conquer myself. To step out more into the world and stop letting computers and smartphones live my life.  To stand still and be satisfied with the moment I am living. It may seem convenient and easy to share my friends and family and life with the assistance of an Apple product, but I’m sure I’m missing so many other things while I’m looking at that screen. 

 Life is not “virtual”, Life is “actual”.





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