Working To the Endpoint

In that essay I posted in my archive entitled It's All in the Learning, that is Plus and Minus I finished with the following paragraphs:

Many Make it Here, Others do not!

·       It is in this function (Right Brain) that we as mortals transcend ourselves as animals. We are able to create ideas from our right brain, forge concepts, hear music, dance with the angels and suck in all the beauty presented by it. It is in this function that we exercise our known power of intuition, whatever prescience we might have and know things not otherwise available to be known from the material consequence we are in.

·       It is in this sphere we touch our hearts; we love others and know gods.

·       Life in its concourse seems to be taking us through our amalgamation of experience to find the door to this wonderment, to open it and allow us to enter into it.

·       If all goes as it ought it is a wonderful encounter this life we live getting there and entering into it. I certainly feel blessed by my AD for having done so. Painful as it has been getting here it is worth every twist and turn I have taken in finding it.

·       Anything that impugns that reality diminishes us personally. We are so invested in what we are, what we have, what we’ve become that we are capable of believing that is all there is. This puts us at risk of losing our way. This can cause us to remain stuck in the endeavors of our mid-life, never able to go beyond.

If we are fortunate it is during our senior years that the needs and the drives of the middle years lose their importance.

We reach the point that making our way does not have the attraction that it did when we were younger. Simply being who we are gains priority. It is this state of who we are that doesn’t need feeding to sustain it, it’s already been fed by all the experience of the years before it.

If we are sufficiently blessed to make the transition, it is our time to sum up all that was and see who we have become.

It is at this time that Senior Life can be the Dance of the Spheres. We are able to look out through all of the clutter and crap our lives have seemed to be and see things are better, more meaningful, have greater purpose and satisfaction than we’ve ever had or knew to be possible.. I speak of that in my recent post on happiness. HAPPINESS IS YOURS, YOURS TO FIND, YOURS TO RELISH... 

I must however strike this caveat! In our world with the bells and whistles we bring into it at birth namely, our talents, in league with the world, both elements conspire against us in finding our proper end. It is the contest, this tension between our talents and the world’s attractions that fuels our being in this life.

From infancy on we are delighted with the world and all that we can learn about it. We immerse ourselves into the learning process and thereby immerse ourselves into this world. Accomplishment in the learning process becomes an end in itself. The excitement of process, the love and grasp of what we acquire by it, becomes our only end. We do this by being alive and more so living to the fullest. The rewards are many, most boil down to the pleasure of it.

Before we know it, we are so caught up in what we do. So much so that it becomes all we see since we are so focalized in the endeavor of doing what we do. A child is caught up in being a good child, caught up on exercising independence and becoming self-sufficient, being a good student, doing what he/she is told to do.

Soon we find ourselves working at being a good husband/wife, then mother/father, all along a contributing member of our community. We do what we become and strive to do that well, whether that be job, career, current involvement, always, we strive to do it better.

We become pleased with the rewards of having done each undertaking or fulfilled each task. The sense is that of accomplishment. Often that sense of doing or completing takes on the form of monetary reward, or precious gift, or adulation by others. The worst of the benefits borders between recognition by others or power over others. We are such communicable beasts.

In those of us, we who are common and ordinary, it becomes this: Simply being a good mother, raising your children well is the objective. The father or mother may add being a good provider and being good at what is done to provide.

The list of what we do and the rewards we get is endless and it changes every step of the way. The end we seek changes with each step we take from childhood to adulthood. It grows in adulthood leading to later years and then our senior years. What is important say in the middle years can seem kind of meaningless in the senior years.

How we see the ends we seek keeps changing on us. To exceed at sport is very important in one part of our lives, meaningless in others. What we have accumulated can become and end in itself. This can include holding unto what we have, seeking more, or, flaunting it as ourselves in such things as style of life, homes we live in, cars we drive, clothes we wear.

Simply striving to be a success can be an end in itself blinding us to all else about us. This is a complication if not a disease of the middle years. Too many of us succumb, becoming blind to love, family, friends, any other of the elements of life available to us at the time.

This can be excused by the crunch of time in the style of life we live when we are at that mid-age time busying ourselves with all of the responsibilities we are trying to keep in balance. Unlike the pastoral life of the farmer who has the time to think as he rides the tractor in the field, the organization urbanite is not given this time. She/he must scoot from one thing to the next, never look up, look out or over, just concentrate on what is at hand and move along with it.

All there is for the middle-ager in this society in which we live is to keep up with what must be done to become what she/he has chosen to become and/or maintain wherever it is they are at.

It is during this time and as we are in this process that we lose sight. We become completely what we are. We forgett who we are. What we are, what we are about and what is about us becomes all there is. This becomes our reality and we believe this is all there is.

If we have trusted the plan to carry us through this period we are then delivered to our senior years where we again have time. We have time to simply be. It is with this new found time that our self-assessment of our life can begin. It is at this point we learn “Why” and build on it for our last transition which is out of this life to another state/dimension.