“Life games reflect life aims. And the games men choose to play indicate not only their type, but also their level of inner development”
― The Master Game: Pathways to Higher Consciousness
Imagine it. Not a life of 80+ years but only a few.
No, not that 27 thing!
But a short life — intense in every way.
Sure, it’s an age thing but don’t tell the kids they can be anything they like without saying that we live our death.
Blimey Summerahayes, you’re a nihilistic SOB. Sometimes. But then again, if I’m trying to make a point it’s this:
we only have one life and we should live it, fully.
I’m 54 this year and I feel it. The aches, the pains and losses. Actually, who gives a flying…? When my ashes are scattered that will be it for a generation.
The problem is that we don’t like to talk about death. I’d say: we should — a lot (more than we do). It’s the north/south of ‘life’ and we need remind ourselves that it will come, one day, and claim us; and how we live our death will mark us out as grown-ups and so much more.
But what do I know?
Will you change your life? Nah, of course not! You are you; and I’m…all of me. But please do question something more than the happiness trope. It’s tired, worn out and unfit for purpose — at least by my estimate.
Anyhow, that’s enough of my existential angst.
Back to the business at hand: more legal and spiritual shenanigans.
Love to you all,