“The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.” ~ Chinese Proverb ~ Have you ever stopped to think just how much of an effort must have…
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My First Time as a Human – Introduction
“The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.”
~ Chinese Proverb ~
Have you ever stopped to think just how much of an effort must have gone into your actually being a being here on the surface of this planet? Many never give it more than a fleeting thought, usually followed by a quick dismissal.
“Yeah whatever, I’ve got more important things to think about right this minute.”
Yet if you were to seriously ponder the mechanics behind what it means to be a human, how the body interacts within the environment, what the brain has to do in order to navigate the complex environmental and social structures it must deal with every moment of every day, how the you behind the body and mind feels about the whole mess – then perhaps you might come to the conclusion that it is some sort of a miracle.
Then again, you might just give up and give into the circumstances, letting go into the flow of daily life without a further thought about why.
Which, in my opinion, is the point at which you end the process of living and begin the process of dying.
Some argue that you begin the process of dying the moment you are born. I do not believe this is so. Life to the newly born must seem like some totally extraordinary experience, a new adventure. More than likely very scary at first, startling and unimagined; pleasant and unpleasant at the same time.
What is that infant thinking at the moment of birth and in each following moment? As fully formed and developed humans we will never know. Not just because we can’t remember back to that time, but also because we were created with no memory of what we experienced prior to that moment. It is part of the plan; a seemingly cruel plan, some might think.
I mean, here we are a newly formed being, completely confused and helpless, having to do something without any idea of how or even what to do. Thrown to the wolves. Baptism by fire.
It would be very easy to find cruelty in this if it wasn’t for the one great gift we are given at birth. This is the gift of creation. We are created with the ability to create! With this gift we can do anything.
Flying in the air without any aid or walking on the top of water without sinking should be child’s play. But they are not are they? No, these are things we suppose can only take divine intervention or can only be perpetrated by some other-worldly divinity.
So what happens to us instead? We quickly discover that it is hard enough just to be a human.
It is hard to move around in the body. It is hard to figure out how to communicate with the other humans. It is hard to interact with these other humans. It is hard to succumb to the limitations placed on us by the physical environment in which we find ourselves. It is hard to first determine, and then give in, to the social rules imposed upon us. It is hard to figure out the rules, let alone play the game!
Just living becomes the all-encompassing task – the very thing that drives out all the creativity with which we were born. So it seems. Eventually we even forget what it was like not knowing anything. We forget the newness and adventure that each moment of each day brought. We become obsessed with just surviving, with the daily day-to-day experiences we think we have no control over.
We forget that gift we were born with, and use every moment of every day: The ability to create.
Imagine if you can your youngest years. Life must have been an interesting game every moment of every day. What a joy of discovery!
Until we learn that life is not a joy. Until we are taught that it is not a joy. Oh sure at times it can be joyful. But for the most part we discover that life is nothing more than figuring out what the rules are, how best to obey the rules, or how to break the rules and not get caught. Oh yes, it is still a grand game, but with huge limitations.
Some learn to play the game well and live relatively happy lives. Playing the game can mean either following the rules or not following the rules. They find satisfaction one way or the other. More so than others, they seem to innately understand the workings of the body; or they figure out more of the capabilities of the mind.
However others never learn to play the game – at least not in the same manner that others play. They always seem to have trouble understanding the game. They can never seem to understand other humans. They cannot understand emotions and find the stronger ones like anger and hate and fear to be very painful. They almost always question the reason why they are forced to play the game in the first place. They rarely find relative happiness in their lives.
Perhaps you know someone like this?
Perhaps you yourself feel this way?
What will follow, intermittently dispersed among my other posts, are segments of a story about one such person and their journey toward discovering purpose and understanding the game. Look for the heading “My First Time as a Human,” Be sure to follow along and please share your thoughts and personal experiences. All are valid. All matter.
Take care and seek peace my friends,
Vince
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