I believe we do, yes but that is merely my belief and it shapes my daily life and how I choose to live it.
agreed, and we are in the driver's seat as we design our experiences
Life and Death......
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That's my theory, but I am getting a little concerned as I encounter very few people who have "got it right" -
(Then where do they go?)from my experience with people who are dying, the answer would be yes. I also think people that are fully aware of themselves and life often know a while before hand even if nothing is "wrong" with them. It's a gift of insight.Even if you are aware at the time, will you recognize it for what it is? -
there is no "right"...they go where everyone else goes.That's my theory, but I am getting a little concerned as I encounter very few people who have "got it right" -
Well that would be the way it is supposed to be: taking full responsibility for our lives, but not very many do. They end up creating their lives by default by giving away their responsibility to doctors, lawyers, politicians and clergy. The human potential for creativity is infinite but most of it is stifled by the status quo, group unconsciousness. There is a saying in Japan, "the nail that stands out gets hammered." Most people are afraid to stand out, to be who they really are.
Yes a lot of people feel vicitimized by life, it's a blame game. My lawyer wasn't good, my doctor made a mistake, my boss is unfair, my spouse isn't loving, my kids never come around. All of those things may be true of course but it is how they are handled.
As for standing out; it is true that often going against the crowd and doing what is right leads to being hammered. Better to be hammered by others than by one's own conscience. Also if one stays safely with all of the other pegs, one never rises to a better level. There is safety in numbers but I doubt there is much peace of mind or feelings of true satisfaction.
If you've dealt with the dying, you know that some go out with a smaile, knowing that they lived their lives to the fullest and others go out in terror, fearing punishment for the wrongs they did or regret, having always played it safe but never really experiencing the richness of life.
very true, I also know of one person who was not afraid to die but figured if they stuck around there was always more to do, they weren't so very keen to move on at first
gotta say I do admire those who enjoy the little things enough to take great pleasure in life, I try, but sometimes I forget and need a life lesson reminder of just how good I have it, hope that Hobbit 3 is everything you want it to be
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Author Notes
Dylan T's father was going blind when DT wrote this poem. The dying of the light is a reference to darkness and being blind.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Author Notes
Dylan T's father was going blind when DT wrote this poem. The dying of the light is a reference to darkness and being blind.
After my heart attack in 96 I woke up in the hospital in Nelson, laughing my head off. The nurse came over and asked, "why are you laughing? you just had a heart attack." I said, "I've evolved!" She looked at me curiously. "I didn't have to get run over by a logging truck this time!" Sometimes life has to whack us upside the head with a 2X4 to get our attention. The logging truck was more like a 10X10 beam. I must have been really not paying attention. 8O
Yes, I have always loved this poem.
yeah those large 2x4's are weird because when they hit me right in the middle of it I think to myself, wow, 2 minutes ago life was amazing and in the blink of an eye everything can turn to s hit. And I am always surprised somehow because I try to stay aware and stay grateful but sometimes I stray....lol....badly.
You might find controversy on that one. Adam supposedly arrived on the scene on Oct. 23 4004 B.C.