Enjoy the Story

Life is beyond any­thing you could imag­ine. Enjoy it. Who­ever made it hap­pen has an infi­nite imag­i­na­tion. The meta-story has every­thing: galax­ies beyond our reach but within our view, a planet filled with won­ders, peo­ple that are all dif­fer­ent but some­how the same, plants and ani­mals beyond num­ber in quan­tity and kind, and much more. There is a lit­tle evil thrown in just to make it inter­est­ing, thus there are wars and suf­fer­ing, but there is also courage and compassion.

So much hap­pens on any day that it would take a world of books to chron­i­cle even the dullest twenty-four hour period. The night sky, with the book­ends of dawn and dusk, form a back­drop to days that are filled with every­thing from fran­tic activ­ity to monas­tic still­ness. Never take any of this for granted. We will not pass this way again.

It has been said that the most inap­pro­pri­ate thing a human ever does is com­plain. Here we are in an avalanche of mir­a­cles and we waste time wor­ry­ing about imag­ined secu­ri­ties. We squan­der years try­ing to carve out a niche in some­thing with the rel­a­tive time period of an ice sculp­ture — your life. One-hundred years (if you lived here that long) is an almost immea­sur­able time against the back­drop of eons.

We are here for the Big Story. Our lit­tle part in it is more observer than con­troller. In fact, our attempts to dic­tate the story are in vain. It is ulti­mately not “our” story. It is about some­thing or Some­one so grand that all of the sci­ences can­not begin to describe it — much less con­trol it.

I view my part from this lit­tle cor­ner of the world. My body is mostly water and a vari­ety of ele­ments. This “bearer of the soul” has a lim­ited time to spend here. I believe it is my pri­mary pur­pose to take as much of it in as I can and do what I can for oth­ers along the way. Despite my occa­sional mild mis­eries, I am enjoy­ing the story. I go about this, assum­ing the dis­com­forts are a nec­es­sary con­trast to the joys.

Enjoy the story — no mat­ter what today might bring.