When Less is More
I've often written about how the world seems to be spinning more rapidly than ever before. I've often talked with my peers and elders about this and we conclude that this experience, or perception, occurs as we age. The pace of domestic current events have compounded this feeling. The economic crisis, with its rapid up and down activity and hope and disappointment have amplified the world wind occurring outside my body.
It occurs closer to home than the world, or country around me. My job often feels like it moves at a pace I can no longer keep up with. My own physical limitations, which seem to grow with every year I chalk up, make me feel vulnerable to a degree I have never felt before. I have begun to lose the energy of my anger. An energy I relied on for decades to keep me powered out of depression.
Along with my physical strength and quick, sure reflexes, has gone my anger, confusion, and contempt for my place in the world. It amazes me how long I lived in that mindset, and how I used it to survive the challenges of my life. I still have challenges, but I deal with them differently. I don't come out fighting as an impulse like I used to. The delay in my reflexes has given me that nanosecond needed to think, and to be aware of my thinking. I am less than I once was, and yet more. I am a happier person and I think an easier person to be around. I am not better, but worse, as a functional being, yet better as a conscious being.
