As I concluded writing the previous post, the article - One Singular Creation - I felt the urge to write a conclusion/epilogue that was of a less philosophical and more practical bent. What follows is what emerged. This started as just a few sentences, quickly growing to a point where I thought this might stand better on its own. Though the underlying gestalt of it was undoubtedly stimulated by the 'instantaneous situation' that preceded it. These invocations I believe were meant to be addressed to me. May you find some use for some of it.
Life has no sense of a purpose, no sense of a burning destiny for you or anything else.
Life is like taking part in an adventure without any sense of where you will end up.
Life may present you with gifts that will sometimes come in the most disgusting of wrapping papers. So you may not welcome them, nor see them as a gift at all.
Life is a bastard when you cling too tightly to any intrinsic or substantive meaning you've attributed to it. Its our desires that strangle the life out of life. Hold no expectations of anything, or they could well bite you back.
It's all too easy to become disillusioned with life, because essentially what we believe life to be about is largely an illusion. Our wishful thinking will at some point be revealed to us.
When things do go awry in life. This is not an opportunity for self flagellation, it's an object lesson. The opening of a door, an invitation to step into a place of insight, to become wiser. Note to self, that I do not say happier.
Love your life as an experience of a whole series of unexpected surprises.
There is never anything missing from your life that you have to expend your entire life searching for.
Love your life, not for what you think it should be, nor imagine you want it to be.
Love your life for what lies directly before you, what it is presenting to you right now.
Love your life for exactly what it is.
Embrace the uncertainty,
and the apparent incoherent mess of life.
Sometimes the trashiest most inconsequential of things
can be instructive, don't be too quick in dismissing them.
Make the most of whatever arrives unbidden in the post.
Try to enjoy your daily correspondence with the world.
The day will come when it will be death that drops heavily upon your doormat.
To which the best response maybe to open its introductory letter,
shrug your shoulders, loosen your grip, and say - Here I go!
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