especial
Greetings from the Other Side.
I logged 212 hours of work this month.
I have learned a few things about how I work/life function.
Not all of them are gold-star worthy.
I need to do things differently.
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I've been watching lately.
Our need to be/feel/beseen as special, unique, different. Whether a shiny version or a dark version of different. Or whether it's as simple as being Noticed.
It's pervasive, unconscious.
We grasp and control, we demand attention. Sometimes with silence or on a very small scale, but still we demand. It ostracizes us from each other.
The fear of Same. The fear of not being Thought Of.
There is a normalcy that we feel inside too soon after the high of doing something Spectacular, Special, Unique, Different has worn off. Whether that something is finishing a marathon or having an illness.
Gah, we hate the normalcy. We have to be seen, to be big or small Special, big or small Noticed. So we move repeatedly to the thing that makes us feel that way. Until it doesn't anymore, make us feel Noticed. And then we have to find something else. Someone else. Something else shiny or dark, positive or negative.
We are blind to the fact that washing the dishes and having our face on a big screen are exactly the same thing.
That my words are not more special if 1,000,000 people read them than if no one ever does.
That winning an award is no different than planting a seed in a pot.
That working 212 hours is no different than not having work to do.
That being right is no different than being wrong, being healthy no different than being broken, being popular no different than being alone.
We are not special because someone declares that they love us.
Or because we birth a child or are somehow deemed beautiful, hard-nosed, a go-getter, genius, sweet, witty, intelligent.
Or because of our job, our car, our friends, our ability to paint a portrait, express a thought, develop an idea, sit in silent meditation, or because we give every waking minute of our lives to helping other people.
No one is Special.
Every day every human on earth does the same beautiful thing.
They get up, breathe, think, move. They get 86,400 seconds of life, if they're lucky.
We get so tied up in separating ourselves, waiting or begging for people or God to Notice Us, that we don't see the beauty of simple existence, of our sameness, we miss the profound awareness of recognizing ourselves in each other.
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I don't mean we should stop doing, creating, changing, loving, praying, speaking.
I just mean, we should stop DOING, CREATING, CHANGING, LOVING, PRAYING, SPEAKING.
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Heard the song below, Weighty Ghost, by Wintersleep in the great little Canadian flick One Week:
Sunshine is good.
peace all.
t.
I logged 212 hours of work this month.
I have learned a few things about how I work/life function.
Not all of them are gold-star worthy.
I need to do things differently.
-----
I've been watching lately.
Our need to be/feel/beseen as special, unique, different. Whether a shiny version or a dark version of different. Or whether it's as simple as being Noticed.
It's pervasive, unconscious.
We grasp and control, we demand attention. Sometimes with silence or on a very small scale, but still we demand. It ostracizes us from each other.
The fear of Same. The fear of not being Thought Of.
There is a normalcy that we feel inside too soon after the high of doing something Spectacular, Special, Unique, Different has worn off. Whether that something is finishing a marathon or having an illness.
Gah, we hate the normalcy. We have to be seen, to be big or small Special, big or small Noticed. So we move repeatedly to the thing that makes us feel that way. Until it doesn't anymore, make us feel Noticed. And then we have to find something else. Someone else. Something else shiny or dark, positive or negative.
We are blind to the fact that washing the dishes and having our face on a big screen are exactly the same thing.
That my words are not more special if 1,000,000 people read them than if no one ever does.
That winning an award is no different than planting a seed in a pot.
That working 212 hours is no different than not having work to do.
That being right is no different than being wrong, being healthy no different than being broken, being popular no different than being alone.
We are not special because someone declares that they love us.
Or because we birth a child or are somehow deemed beautiful, hard-nosed, a go-getter, genius, sweet, witty, intelligent.
Or because of our job, our car, our friends, our ability to paint a portrait, express a thought, develop an idea, sit in silent meditation, or because we give every waking minute of our lives to helping other people.
No one is Special.
Every day every human on earth does the same beautiful thing.
They get up, breathe, think, move. They get 86,400 seconds of life, if they're lucky.
We get so tied up in separating ourselves, waiting or begging for people or God to Notice Us, that we don't see the beauty of simple existence, of our sameness, we miss the profound awareness of recognizing ourselves in each other.
-----
I don't mean we should stop doing, creating, changing, loving, praying, speaking.
I just mean, we should stop DOING, CREATING, CHANGING, LOVING, PRAYING, SPEAKING.
-----
Heard the song below, Weighty Ghost, by Wintersleep in the great little Canadian flick One Week:
Sunshine is good.
peace all.
t.
posted by traceyj at 5:28 PM
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