Minding Your Mind

This would be a story of two lines and about how you lived on one of them.

A million stories sound like a lot, right? But it is not. I believe that life lasts but an instant, and because we are always living our entire lives in that same instant, there could be much more than a million stories in just a few years of your life.

 We all know we can’t know everything. In fact, we can’t know most things or neither most of any one thing…, and the truth is…, we don’t need to. We haven’t needed to.

 Right now, and for many years now, we have known all we needed to know to live up until this moment…, right? The proof is in simply being in the moment…, in this moment as we are…. This moment wherein I bet that at worst you are at least ok… 

 Did I win the bet? I hope so. Because if I won that bet…, it means you are winning in terms of being ok most of the time.   

 I believe this is true for many, me included who, from time to time have episodes of anxiety and fear about the future. 

I am the first to admit that I am a liar. But I also admit that I am not one of the best at it. In fact…, I am not good at it at all.

  I am better at telling the truth. I don’t have the proclivity, much less the life in time for lies. 

 Especially today…, with google at your fingertips…, you could be caught telling a lie right there on the spot…. But forget being discovered. The consequence of a lie told could be serious and long lasting. 

Growing old is not only a state of Mind. It is also a state of Matter…, and not necessarily one over the other. It is also, to me, more importantly, a unique point in time…. A point in time that is always new…. A point never lived in before.

 A point consequential to Matter…, which ,of course, is what our bodies are made of… Matter that serves only to house the brain; the brain that houses the mind… a point in time that matters to the mind… the mind being the master of the matter… 

Our homes were first empty houses that we proceeded to fill with stuff. And a lot of that stuff became family mementos with sentimental values. 

 Then, over the years we start talking about stuff to get rid of. Maybe, it is to clear out the clutter…, or maybe just an excuse to get new stuff.  The decision is made easy though…, knowing that the salvation army is just a call away. They will come to the house and pick up your stuff…. a charitable act indeed …, and that’s a good thing. 

 Then there are the family times…, the ups and downs…, the good times and the not so good times…, the love, the care, and the happiness…, what became beautiful memories. Home sweet home.

You know…, sometimes it seems to me …, that we need be reminded to be what we are…, to be human. Furthermore, I don’t recall a time in my life when the word, human, was used more often than it does these days. 

 Today…, being human almost seem like a "thing", or a trend…, something fashionable. It is like it had become outdated or out of style and is now coming back. But the timing doesn’t seem right when the prevailing trend is living during times when so many are, too often, constantly distracted, in a hurry or running late. 

Words not only matter…, but they are also powerful and can be used to move others to do “good,” “evil,” or “nothing.” 

 Words like “I love you” and “I’m sorry” …, warms the heart and console…. They bring people together. 

 Also used are hurtful words…, not fit for public discourse…, and by some…, used as weapons of division and destruction. They can start a fight between two people…, or a war between two nations. 

Listen…, before I learned how acceptance could give me peace of mind…, I was just If-ing around about all kinds of things. If this and if that…, and if that and if this. You Know…, just If-Ing around.

It is the wishing away of a present reality and knowing that it was just a wish…, not something that changes anything. 

 You know …. I say, can’t…, and maybe it is because I don’t trust my imagination…. Maybe because I think guessing and imagining seem like the same things. But I can’t help it. I am still drawn by the power of curiosity and the allure of imagining what perhaps my subconscious mind wants me to see…, want things to be like.