I sit, tonight, drained by the emotional journey of day full of visiting, writing, reading – I emerge from the sea of interaction and frenzied writing – amazed at my productivity, in spite of the frequent forays into both the real and online world.
I ponder upon the fact that, statistically, I’ve spent over half of my allotted time here on earth. In light of my health history, perhaps two-thirds is the fairer figure.
I think back on today’s conversations and discoveries – marveling at how those I thought I had so much in common with failed to hear what I was saying, much as I failed to truly hear them.
Past actions and reactions remembered – viewed now with gentler emotion, given the distance of time and the grace of healing.
And, to my surprise, those I thought so different from me in their priorities and passions felt more comfortable than I ever thought possible.
So much time spent on this planet, and still, I can’t always comprehend fully the ties that bind us together or rip us apart.
I still struggle with discerning which chaos indicates wrong thinking and which announces an impending breakthrough.
I see the pitfalls of Dualistic thinking and yet struggle to embrace the theory of One.
I seek tolerance within and yet find myself judging me, for failing yet again.
Is one lifetime ever enough?