Month: August 2016

On my last post and creating meaning

There are a couple of things feeding my thinking here. First was a recent discussion with a friend. I’d read a piece listing the most popular iOS and Android apps downloaded last June or July. Among the top 20, virtually every one was either a game or other entertainment app. Not more than one or two, if any, supported personal or professional development. And I voiced the (admittedly judgmental) opinion that people are using games and entertainment to escape the shallowness of their lives. And my friend countered with, “…or, maybe that’s all there is? Maybe that’s as deep as most people get?” This was an epiphany, one of those moments. I felt the earth move under my feet. I saw the brilliance of an argument I once dismissed out of hand, that language in humans developed to facilitate gossip. We are essentially a social species, and in one such as ours, it makes total sense: We are happy to be entertained, groomed, gossip, eat, sleep and breed…wow!  In retrospect, this is unsurprising.  But the converse is what resonates:  The sentient travelers are the anomalies, the outsiders. Wow!  Maybe we’re genetic mutants?  If so, it opens the door to the “leadership gene,” and also to my next post on Richard...

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Life consists of waking up in the morning…

…and doing what you do the rest of the day, then going to bed and doing it all over. I wonder now if our frustration (that of some of us anyway, including me) doesn’t come from trying to make more of it than that? It brings up once again the question of how to bring meaning into our lives. How well we do that, I believe, dictates how content we can be.  The challenge, though, is honestly and objectively doing the work necessary.  I think too often we settle for something we’ve been socialized to accept as meaning.  For some, that is sufficient.  But for the sentient traveler, the itch is not that easy to scratch....

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Fare Thee Well

Where I cannot, you have gone. You’ll not come smiling back at dawn, However long I linger here. But night will pass, and I will see The sun and morning on the trees And know, though gone, you are yet near. Now my own path calls and I must go, Though, like you, I don’t wish it so. But what of that? It’s not a choice. Still, if a parting word were mine To send to you, I would not pine, But say instead in quiet voice, Fare thee well, my friend, Fare thee well. ——————- For Sally Dijon, 08/08/16...

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