It occurred to me that if my current self met my 1/2 as old self we would probably stand and absorb each other with amusement, curiosity, wry condescension perhaps, and something approaching pity. The younger imaginary self would see an older man beginning to be past his prime. No longer important in the eyes of the world. Not really deserving of much notice. The old fellow just needs to get in the game! Be somebody! And besides the younger me has things to do..not much time to reflect on this figure who clearly screwed up and got old. The older, wiser me looks amusedly on the foolishness of this earlier me, knowing full well the poor chap did his best, but struggled under illusions that got the better of him. The conditioned patterns from our father drove a yearning for success that absorbed decades. The lifelong search for truth was a saving grace, but why so many detours? Why did waking up to the game take this long? Why did Love seem icky and foolish? Why did the truth of the science and the mind take me over so thoroughly without listening to the silent whisper of the heart? Perhaps there is a third me as well...the one observing this dialogue and knowing neither of these two guys are real. Nothing ever happened..really. What a fabulous trip though!!
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 03:21:19 +0000
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