Response to Guest Prompt
Purpose Given Thought Thwarting into our Daily Existence
That driving force throughout our day to day
In a crazy upside-down world, it is easy to get lost in the day-to-day, the collective thoughts floating about. Lost in media molestation, convincing as it may be, where does one turn for truths and sanity of self-driven happiness? Inwardly we proceed, seeking our truths, our reality of sorts, either coming to a place of knowing or misled by external forces lurking about.
In the morning of our lives, we aimlessly attack the world with such vigor and persistence of getting recognized by family, peers, and worldly dreams of making a difference in this confusing realm of possibility. I, for one, chased everything, attempting to learn everything that life had to offer. Showing up then, as I do now, only to experience a greater purpose of living within the boundaries established by the educated guesses of what should or should not be.
“Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life. Worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and our ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will be little at evening and what in the morning was true, at evening will have become a lie.”
― Carl Gustav Jung
Carl Jung discusses this observation of humans having a morning to their lives, referring to the adolescence of continuance in being, remaining stuck in the same place. As kids, we played “stuck in the mud.” Is this a representation of the morning of our lives? Remaining stuck in the constructs of dogmatic teachings, false realities paralleled by fear, believing in the outlines created by other persons, never digging deeply into our agenda, creating our thesis, confirming our path, and owning our being of permanence.
Regardless of the truths discovered on personal journeys to self-discovery, we are left to figure out the ins and outs of this reality, physical, spiritual, and mental constructs of our boundaries given form as we see fit. The truth-seekers finders of unknown answers, outlying on the cusp of discovering a new planet, new definitions foreign to the collective masses subscribing to fit into this world, creating a world revolving around them in a manner with no explanation needed but to their own self be true.
Like a flowering tree is growing buds, dropping seeds or nuggets of truth for others to pick up if they so choose. We do not worry about the winds of change, merely digging deeper roots into the mother’s bosom, withstanding the strongest storms. Similarly, we do not fret over those in our presence and whether they will receive the fruits of our budding wisdom.
Maybe it is wisdom. Maybe it is a delusional reality created? Makes no difference to the self-actualized, for they have found a formula that works to create the most delightful elixir to life’s many mysteries unfolding. Developing their practice, mixing varying tonics infusing song or dance into the daily nectar, the self-actualized retreat to their quiet space of solitude, a sanctuary hidden in plain sight for others to exchange in conversation, drinking an eternal quenching liquid of thought-transference to what is or is not possible.
Entering the afternoon of our lives, embracing the real world as if tuning into Tears for Fears earthly wisdom pumping through our speakers of truth, aligning our hearts, minds, and whole being with a vibratory message of love — the light of cosmic birthing of undoing history itself — it is elemental.
What is that truth resounding through? What drives us into our days? Personally, it is an understanding of what makes others tick, what gives meaning to their own lives, offering unearthly views — I say unearthly only because often feeling not from this world and others fail to see how I do. Isn’t that the truth of all of our existence? None of us can see like the other, but we can adapt to other’s beliefs, stepping firmly in our own.
The elemental daily surprise of my canvas, filled with all aspects of knowing and unknowing how or why this world circles around in planetary alignment with others unlike our own, leaving and living in awe of what possibilities still exist within the constructs of personal neuro-transmitting mind-altering reality and the mysteries within earthly birthing of understanding, with glimpses of galactic projections fusing into our daily lives — becoming So.
Being of this place, not of it — forgive me for not knowing the origins of this saying, whether Jesus was the first or there were others before the Christ, it is time to dissolve our beliefs, breaking down the living within algorithmic outlines and prompted beats, clicking at our endorphins false sense of happiness. Sifting, sorting through the raindrops dropping tunes, we write to our heart’s content, not for anyone else but our own self-made gratification.
~ Ani Po
Thank you Diana C. for inviting others to share in the prompts, much gratitude to Aswin for Friday’s prompt and overwhelming love for this place we call home within Know Thyself Heal Thyself.
