Friday, September 17, 2010
I’m a Big Piece of my Own Life… but really…
What if we have no concept about what really is happening in our lives? I write about being sad in the morning, I write about reading a book. I write about being happy. But there is so much stuff going on around me that I have no concept of. Who my friends are when they leave work, who my neighbours are, who I am to other people. How much more are we than what we blog and write about; our breathing our laughter, our walks in the park? Think of how much of our futures we know nothing about.
I used to watch the news in the morning but I stopped that, so really I have no concept about world views or politics at the moment, and have no place in it or opinion.
When we first say “hi” to a stranger we have no concept of where that friendship is going to lead. When they offer you a job and you take it, you have no idea where that job is going to lead you. There are things you assume; you get to start it and dive in, but sometimes the path is different. I found out I was hired for one job in a bar, by a friend/coworker. The current job is taking me down a path that I have no control over, couldn’t imagine when I applied, and I did try to control it at times.
I can sit and journal every emotion, write a poem about myself, or what I’m going through, but in the big picture of life how much do I really know? How much am I really aware of? How can I know more? This is not fear or sadness; this is awe, that I can do all this, that I have so many opportunities available to me. I can feel all this, but really it’s only a small piece of me, of life, of the world.