Monday, January 22, 2007

Ya Think Maybe?

"Although the thoughts the mind produces when wandering are at times useful, such instances do not prove that the mind wanders because these thoughts are adaptive; on the contrary the mind may wander simply because it can..."

http://www.willa.com/tealeaves/reading.html
What could be better than a daily reading of the tea leaves? I'm thoroughly loving this, and although I suppose it's "proper" to click once a day? I do get greedy. Who can blame me, with insight like today's:

You need to create a quiet space for yourself within your heart where you can be silent and listen to yourself. You spend much time listening to other people. Your family, your friends, everyone you know considers you a good listener. Begin to listen to yourself. You have a lot to say. Give yourself the benefit of your own wisdom.

It occurs to me that I'm racing against some felt but unseen opponent these days, and the path to victory is one I'm traveling blind. Although it would appear, if you were watching, that I believe nothing short of a purely virtuous life will win the day.

It's all overcompensation, it occurs to me. A misguided belief - or maybe only as innocuous as a wayward hope - that if I am Good Enough, it will be enough, and things will change. Things will right themselves, and life will go on the way it was meant to.

All is not right with the world, but is it ever, really? Is it ever Just So? Just as we would have it be, by force of free will, by determination of desire? I wish it, and so it shall be. If only life were that simple.

But then, simplicity would come complete with its own collection of complications; either that, or bore us to tears. Bore me to tears, surely. Simple is as simple does. Life is not about the easy. Life is about the craggy places, the jagged edges, the glimmers of what might be. Life is about the journey up and over, around and through, above and beyond.

Sometimes life can exhaust you to the end of your breath, though; leave you panting for simple.
In. Out. Eyes closed. Count to ten. Or twenty if you need to. It comes back around, the want.

It always does.

Until it doesn't, any more.

And even then. Wait for it. Long enough.

Even then, it will.

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