“O, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
Of miserable aims that end with self.” – George Eliot
I’ve found myself in a state of pause. Call it the ageing process. You fly through your twenties waiting for a brief respite before entering your 3.0 existence and apparently, it does arrive at approximately 2.7. But not before a lot of pain. After all, swords are forged through fire and waterfalls are diamond’s tears.
Looking back on the excruciating moments that are the product of living, this relief I feel now is earned. Part 2 is almost over… and I’m still an optimist, I still have hope.
In this age of the universe, we get to watch people through a filtered lens and up close once in a while. Sometimes you wonder who might be observing you (besides the stars that is). What on earth do they think? It matters infinitely less than it used to. You realise that your perceptions of others may not be accurate and the thoughts you think they have of you even less so. I guess that makes me older and wiser? 😉
Alas, most of us like fairy tales (I certainly do); so let’s sing a song to Pan and rise! For the day, the week, the year, our lives are passing while we lie, dreaming on.