I’m not really sure how many people actually read this section of my blog, and it doesn’t matter all that much anyway. I write these postings more for myself because I find that they help me to remain conscious and self-aware, as well as being aware of the external world also.
I’ve seen other bloggers do similar postings on their main pages, but I feel that this will only alienate more people than it attracts. The reason being that people, in general, don’t like to feel that some sort of religion, or philosophy is being shoved at them. Especially when the blogs’ main subject is something that seems completely unrelated, which is not possible because everything is, ultimately, related but, to them, it doesn’t seem so.
I keep my philosophical posts separate for that reason. If someone wants to read this section of my blog, then it’s their choice. After all, it doesn’t help anyone if they’re not open to it in the first place.
At this moment in life, I feel that I’m more content than I’ve ever been. Of course, much of that might be explained away by suggesting that I’ve reached an age of wisdom, but I’m not sure that’s quite it. It’s just taken this long for life to teach me that most of the things I was taught since the day I was born, and even before that, don’t really matter all that much.
It can be very difficult to see the real ‘truth’, for lack of a better term, through all the meaningless background ‘learning’ that we are assured we ‘need’ to make it in this world. Granted, there are some things that are relatively important. Learning to talk, for instance, might be considered relatively important, although there are people who cannot talk, for one reason or another, and do just fine.
Sometimes I’ll see a person who is physically handicapped, and it’s always very disheartening when it’s a younger person. Society might pressure you to feel sorry for this person, but I don’t. Who am I to question why Life gave this person a disability? Am I more intelligent than Life? Should I feel sorry for myself because I’m not rich? A rich person may see me as being financially disabled.
Life gives us what we get, and it can take any of that away at a moments notice too. It’s up to us to use ‘what we get’ to the best of our ability, in order to have the most enjoyable life possible.
One thing that I do feel, when I see a disabled person, is deep gratitude. How could I possibly complain about anything in the life that I’ve been given, when there, in front of me, is a person who has apparently been given much less, but is still doing their best. There are always those who appear worse off than us, even that person who seems worse off than you can find someone who seems worse off than them to draw strength from.
Being grateful, not only for every day, but for every moment of life we are given, gives back. The more grateful you are, the more content you are with life. The more content you are with life, the more it rubs off on others that you come in contact with. It’s contagious.
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