Hello, my fellow Warriors, and welcome back to the Den. As I’m coming back to writing and trying to restart this life I have enjoyed, I’m also facing much of what took me away for so long.
You see, part of being a Warrior isn’t just what you do in life. It’s also about how we face our mortality. The problem is that, for most of us, we live in a society that propagates the ideas of not dying. Our churches talk about “everlasting life”, funeral homes sell us methods of preserving our bodies after death, our medical system tries to convince us that they can keep us alive by any means necessary just to get one more breath.
A few years ago, I started going through what so many of us do as we leave our younger years behind. I saw my unfulfilled dreams, the incomplete plans, mistakes I had made along the way. I was not happy. In many ways, I was, and am, what you can call successful, and I have touched some of the dreams I had, but like so many of us, I couldn’t say I was satisfied or fulfilled. There was, and is, so much more that I want to do.
About the same time, I was getting an incredible amount of reminders from life that I wasn’t getting any younger: my sister reconnected with me to tell me that our mom had passed, my best friend posted about having been in the hospital twice, and I started to realize just how much I had not done that I had always wanted to do. So I started making choices. Not all of them were smart or intelligent. Some of them were, in retrospect, dangerous, and quite frankly, stupid and idiotic. Such is life when 1) you find yourself in the middle of your mid-life crisis, and 2) you think you know (and, boy, did I think I knew).
So now, here I am, trying to type with one hand, staring another birthday in the face, facing surgery for a broken wrist and arm, and back where I’ve never wanted to be again. I’m a patient in a medical system that I have less than fond feelings about, applying for assistance in a government system that I like less than the medical system, and on leave from a job that I used to love, but with recent changes I’m not sure I want to go back to.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a lot of blessings, and a lot of good. I see much in the way of potential through this. In many ways, this is a break (pun intended), and a change, that I needed. And sometimes we need things like this to help us see where we need to make changes, to see how we can better our Path through life, how even when we lose the opportunities we think we want, and realize and accept that we will never fulfill every desire we have, we can still make a good life and create amazing opportunities that we didn’t know we needed.
Blessed Be
Facing
The Passage Of Time
Hellp, my fellow Warriors, and welcome
back to the Den. As I’m coming back to writing and trying to restart
this life I have enjoyed, I’m also facing much of what took me away
for so long.
You see, part of being a Warrior isn’t
just what you do in life. It’s also about how we face our mortality.
The problem is that, for most of us, we live in a society that
propagates the ideas of not dying. Our churches talk about
“everlasting life”, funeral homes sell us methods of preserving
our bodies after death, our medical system tries to convince us that
they can keep us alive by any means necessary just to get one more
breath.
A few years ago, I started going
through what so many of us do as we leave our younger years behind.
I saw my unfulfilled dreams, the incomplete plans, mistakes I had
made along the way. I was not happy. In many ways, I was, and am,
what you can call successful, and I have touched some of the dreams I
had, but like so many of us, I couldn’t say I was satisfied or
fulfilled. There was, and is, so much more that I want to do.
About the same time, I was getting an
incredible amount of reminders from life that I wasn’t getting any
younger: my sister reconnected with me to tell me that our mom had
passed, my best friend posted about having been in the hospital
twice, and I started to realize just how much I had not done that I
had always wanted to do. So I started making choices. Not all of
them were smart or intelligent. Some of them were, in retrospect,
dangerous, and quite frankly, stupid and idiotic. Such is life when
1) you find yourself in the middle of your mid-life crisis, and 2)
you think you know (and, boy, did I think I knew).
So now, here I am, trying to type with
one hand, staring another birthday in the face, facing surgery for a
broken wrist and arm, and back where I’ve never wanted to be again.
I’m a patient in a medical system that I have less than fond feelings
about, applying for assistance in a government system that I like
less than the medical system, and on leave from a job that I used to
love, but with recent changes I’m not sure I want to go back to.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a lot of
blessings, and a lot of good. I see much in the way of potential
through this. In many ways, this is a break (pun intended), and a
change, that I needed. And sometimes we need things like this to
help us see where we need to make changes, to see how we can better
our Path through life, how even when we lose the opportunities we
think we want, and realize and accept that we will never fulfill
every desire we have, we can still make a good life and create
amazing opportunities that we didn’t know we needed.
Blessed Be
The Warriors Den 