A therapist once told me that I thrive on becoming rather than being. He was
right, but I didn’t understand at the time it is a double edged sword
The excitement of becoming is a drug that can chase one into madly searching for somewhere to land
Being. Ah, being. Just being. It sounds like stasis. Boring, Stuck.
At this age, I realize that stasis is equilibrium and that is a very good thing. Balance.
Not a teetering on the edge kind of balance, but a discrete place of action and calm.
Pity this wisdom comes so late in life, but the richness of nuance and meaning adds immeasurably to each precious day on this side of the dirt.
Experiences become a symphony of light and serenity
of satisfaction and grace notes of grief and booms of being one in this place
while memories race to claim a seat in reality, they add color and depth
to what is already at hand
I want to taste and feel and understand and stay still in the moment
It is a good thing, a very good thing, to be here.