We can't control things that happen in life, but we can control our reactions.
We've been conditioned by rules, prepared and trained for the future, but we've never been properly trained for living today.
By giving over control to another, we conform -- we give in to a false system, a system that's out of sync with our needs and unfamiliar with what's best for the higher Self.
Dependency and reliance upon outside sources has us bowing to the almighty buck for guidance and reassurance. -- turning us into powerless slaves.
Controlled externally, our minds conditioned by schooling, always preparing for what's coming next tricks us into celebrating "commencement" -- but what are we celebrating? What are we kicking off? What are we starting? It all feels wrong.
We arrive into the world, move on from grade to grade, (sitting confined in an uncomfortable chair) get that first job (confined in a 2 x 2 cubicle), meet our quota, move on to meeting an even higher quota, by age 40, we earn the title of Vice President. The money arrives. We can go home and "celebrate" with all of the things we've always dreamed about, but still, life feels wrong.
Plans are important. Yes. For those of us capable of living in the present. For it's in the present moment that we are powerful, insightful, mindful -- capable of creating. But living with the goal of working towards retirement, as we're trained to do, to enjoy wealth and leisure at some distant time, a time when energy is waning, hair loss accelerating, and we're missing the teeth necessary for biting into what we truly desired way back when we were young and ripe . . . has us missing the boat.
We've settled into a system that's divided us into living in two separate sects: work and play. We work hard, play hard. But we lack balance.
Money has become our god. We must work for it because our jobs suck. They're boring so we could care less. If we truly loved what we were doing, it wouldn't be about the money. But it is-- so we get money. For what? We use that money to buy a home, to enjoy stuff, and to buy leisure.
But it's all a hoax. We know it. We've lost touch with who we are very early in the game. We were never really given a fair chance. As kids we weren't taken seriously, we were looked at as a human candidate, but not as a valued participant. First, we needed to get trained.
So how about considering giving the next generation a fair shot? Before we ante up for yet another round, let's get the rules straight, at least for our kids and our grandkids.
When we signed up to play the game called life, we were told what to do, to play along without asking questions, to wear our labels --even though we didn't like what we were wearing. We went along, performed our duties -- so too did our mothers, teachers, doctors, coaches, and so forth. But nobody seemed to like it, nobody was having fun, there didn't seem to be a lot of excitement or appreciation for what anyone was doing. But, we never asked why. Nobody asked questions.
We just kept on working . . . with the goal being the future, getting the grades, getting to the goodies --and once they get here, we feel duped. Pissed off, depressed, and totally disconnected -- we've forgotten how to get back to the good old days -- to the feelings of innocent playfulness, for genuine expression and authentic connection -- we no longer seem to have any time to fully engage and feel awe with nature, to enjoy peaceful escape in complete solitude, to play freely with friends, or to flow with life.
We've disregarded our feelings, so we stopped asking questions -- because questions only aggravate our already frustrated sense of imprisonment. We can't consider the thought of change --It's challenging enough just trying to manage all of our anger. We're busy seeking release for all of the pent up resistance, the consequential shame and regret from obediently continuing on this long.
We can't plan excitedly for some passionate goal or dream. We can't recognize the magical role uncertainty can play in helping us find true purpose. Nope. The system is taking care of it all; the only change occurring is happening for us: the natural process of decay. . . the inevitable cycle of life and death-- our gradual deterioration . . . hair loss, arthritis, grey hair, loose teeth, and the extra weight added to our delicate frames from indulging mindlessly, incessantly thinking, eating, drinking -- absorbing all of the ever-present poisons marketed to dumb us down, numb us up, and deaden our spirit.
So, let's not "forget" why we're "playing." Our body won't let us forget so easily -- it's trying to help us out. But we're too afraid to listen.
The roles we've been playing - the roles that haven't felt just right -- that are making life boring, routine, unfulfilling, and purposeless -- they don't agree with our needs and need changing.
So don't punish yourself, don't waste any more time with regret. We all have lost sight of ourselves, we've all felt lost, lacking purpose at one time or another. It's easy to sell out -- to become someone or something we're not. When we feel uninspired, doubtful, and without hope, we feel like we don't have choice. We just hand over control, and we fold. But let's not pass the same old playing cards on to our children.
Folding is not a bad thing. It can be the point of self realization. It can be that 'Ah Ha' moment; the moment to wake up. The moment to revolt and say, "NO MORE!"
Each one of us has chosen to come into this world because we have specific unfinished business to attend, we have real work to do. The monkey wrench is slowing down and paying attention to the roles we've been playing -- for seeing how each role either serves to fulfill our life purpose or how it is hindering. If your role is to nurture, like I discovered about myself, this can get you into trouble -- especially if you're not aware and always trying to serve people. Pleasing people gets tiring and frustrating. It's not our job to rescue anyone. Each of us is quite capable of helping ourself.
So put your oxygen mask on first and breathe!
We're of no help to anyone if we don't take a good honest look at who we are, to ask tough questions about what we truly want, so we can take appropriate action in order to change.
Surrounding ourselves with loving, like-minded people can be helpful, but shedding our old ways often requires dropping a lot of dead weight -- the haters, the doubters, all those who've thrown shade at our hopes and dreams.
When we're ready to wake up, to ask ourselves sincere questions, to listen to our inner voice and to take action, we can give our kids a shot to do the same.
Somebody has to stand up for our kids -- to give them a voice before they get sucked into the system that forces them to stop asking honest questions.
Playing the game is easier when the rules are clear and when you know the reasons why you are playing. Let's let the kids help make the rules. They actually do a better job of it. They already know how to play.
The world game is tricky. No one really gives a shit why you're playing. No one asks. Isn't it time you do?