What do you do when you’ve done the important things?
That’s not rhetorical, nor am I asking for a friend.
I’m asking for the person whose done the needful things and has a whole life ahead of them, the person with ambitions and skills and resources, the person who may need to learn to leverage any of it.
I ask you “what to do” for me.
The rest of this post may lack for any answers, any insights, but hey, why do this blog without benefit to the writer? If you go, OK – if you stay, thank you for exploring with me 🙂
I’ve mentioned “deathwalks” before (goals, full posts). These are the meditative exercises that work to reveal what’s important in life, the words and actions unsaid and undone, all that would consume the affairs of a last few months of life.
Many of the things uncovered on my first deathwalk years ago have been completed. I look at that list are secure for years to come! The skydiving, the letters written, the Last Will, the trips, the patterns explored…
Yet, what does that leave a person, have they little left to prepare for when the time comes?
I can only liken it to a milestone on the horizon you walk towards for a long while. Once reached, though, the milestone is more petite than realized while the roads ahead are broad and many and long beyond sight. And nowhere seems the obvious convenience of a milestone showing “do this.”
So then, what is there left for a person to do if prepared for the final journey, the one hopefully decades or a century off? Where is the direction???
Perhaps if “dying” is done, “living” is the next logical step.
Meditating on what makes a person “feel alive” is lauded in many circles as being a necessary and invaluable thing. Remembering joy and excitement and triumph, might those be milestones to strive for? Or even to build for ourselves? A live worth living?
But it might be hard to accept we might deserve “the good life.” The world delights in chaotic news, our neighbors seethe, and year-by-year even bodies betray themselves and the minds inside.
There is so much suffering, what hubris is it to seek and make pleasure?
Such judgements come awfully quick. But lest it’s forgotten, the only Good that may be said to exist is the net reduction of suffering. Does an individual’s suffering of indecision or lack of aim not qualify here?
Maybe that’s the Ego making itself heard.
“My experience makes me exceptional. I am entitled to feel this way, to be this.”
Now aren’t such regards the real acts of hubris?
That’s all that I have to say on that, all that comes to mind at this time.
I’ve a little while more to settle on September’s goals. If you’ve suggestions for a person to pivot from ends to beginnings, the comment section is below 😉
Be well, friends. Cheers ~