Living and thriving is hectic. We have evolved to ensure a surplus of resources in the future. We are practically living for the future. Retirement, kids’ education, compounded interest rates. The present is lost in a series of adrenaline rushes. Ringing alarm..kids to school.. late for work..rush hour traffic..workplace mayhem… What if we could remember the events that were calming..cooking and observing the onions as they caramelised. The satisfying sound of kids chewing healthy food. Suturing the wound for final closure with Chopin playing in the background. The mild sun and green on the ride back home. The welcoming arms of children.We are lost in adrenaline rushes. Our conversations are about the adversities and upheavals in our lives or in the lives of colleagues and friends.
As we anticipate surgery, we look at the landmine of possible complications and discomforts. Yes, things go wrong. Nothing is safe. Lets give the process, the adverse effect, the wound the respect and time it deserves. However, don’t give it anything more than that. I don’t want to ruminate on uncertainties of health and agency.
I don’t know what the future holds. I have given it due respect. I can’t plan for all fallouts. Que sera sera. I’d much rather live this life in a state of happy awareness of self and forging meaningful connections.
