How's that for an ice breaker? So I'm laying on my bed thinking to myself multiple thoughts. As I am prone to do. I think of the Salmon. You know the one who spends his life fighting the current swimming up stream, fighting torrents of water, and the occasional bear just to fertilize that egg. Fertilize that egg? Then he dies. Anti-climactic really. All that work swimming jumping de-bearing. Sex. Then death. No retirement plan. No beach. No Vegas all-u-can eat bar. Just death.
In my limited understanding of things I see the Buddhist mentality of life as one which goes with the flow. One which says "follow the current . Do with the water, as the water would with you"
It certainly sounds more azure. More relaxed.
In like kind Christianity says......... Well I think it says "turn the other cheek."
"Swim as you will. But swim in kindness, with love for other fish" "Oh and if you don't, you could well spend eternity as stir fry". Stir Fry? Hmmmmmmmmm.
So what does this mean to me. Not so sure, really. This much I do know; I am of the warrior spirit. Figure out what you want. Get it. Kill it. Cook it. Come hell, high tide, rain, sleet, Postal worker gone postal, what have you. I do know that I am perhaps my own worst enemy, and that I probably put up more road-blocks on myself than does the world.
I also suspect the world lives a similar life. I am sure many is the smart man/woman that has said "We are our own worst enemy". I don't know who I stole that from, but it ain't mine, and I ain't the first person to say it.
I know that when I am in goal, and when I play a "passive", go with the flow, relaxed type of game which lends itself more to baseball; then I play better. And when I play an angry Linebacker "hit it" "hit it again" type of play. I give up more goals. Its a subtle point, but there is a strong micro-cosm here. Because when I go with the flow, the flow goes with me. But when I stand strong against the tide, I end up broken and battered. On the ice and off.
Just some food for thought. Bon-appetite
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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The same may be said about parenting. I mean, there are days where I feel as if "I'm being pecked to death by a duck" (this saying is not mine, either). If I fight it, and howl and holler and try to impose order...well, you can imagine; rather, the days that I try to redirect the flow of activity are much nicer. There is a lot more to clean up at the end of the day, but everyone is much happier for it.
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