The ‘real’ world was often toted as a cold, numb, and without a care for anyone who didn’t give enough of what was expected. This was taught to me and maybe you as a child and I have to ponder on why? Because parents wanted to toughen their kids so they were not seen as failures or was it the mantra that was repeated to them? I suppose the message being relayed was one of the ‘real’ world is not like our home life, it will chew you up and spit you out. But another cliché was, ‘the world is what we make it’ yet not repeated as often. So we fight on triggered and exploded, then reborn with every stumble, fall, and failure; as the Earth spins dusk to dawn through the seasons.
Being a slave to gravity in stature I was constantly fighting most of the day with others and myself as a youth. Funny thing, today I never feel small even when the camera disagrees next to my amigos. But I believe everyone holds a chip on their shoulder aka baggage that as Axe says, “anger is nature’s renewable resource.” But does fighting the world equal a win, loss, or balance?
Consciousness powers a body and learning in a new dimension takes shape. But a personality is born in teenage years and shaped through decades of getting a dose of the ‘real’ world. A world that is not normal to a spiritual essence and so Natural Law impedes the supernatural. Even as the theory of evolution shows adaptation it is taught as only the strong survive. So we fight.
We build shelters to protect ourselves from the wrath of the elements made from what may destroy and rarely inundate ourselves in the natural world. 90% of the 24hrs. is spent indoors with climate control. But from this safe space we fight against her, running our errands, doing our jobs, and caring for family blinded by what is in front of us in a survival mode. So how does one gain an ally in a reality that seems out to get us?
For me changing my thoughts even when the negative avalanche is cascading is crucial and I need others to remind of this when the body and circumstances disagree. Focusing my thoughts is putting wind to the sail of my destination. An easy way I’ve found that helps is going over what I’m thankful for. When I find my myself driving or in a line waiting, I can go through some simple thankyou’s. And if that doesn’t work, I can remember I’m the one hearing these thoughts looking in from above.
But this is not as easy as it sounds when an anger turns to sadness. The ability to wage war and battle vanishes to a pile of ash. You don’t care if you’re cold because starting a fire is out of the question because you can’t gather strength without a purpose and mission. And so something must remind us of what are ‘why’ is.
When I was hiking the Appalachian Trail in 2017, I read this in a book at the Hiker Hostel in GA before the journey began. The author was adamant that one needed the ‘why’ in the face of so much unknown, strife, and struggle. A hiker needed to be consistently told that this was the right path because their will would be questioned countless times per day. And even though hiking mountains day in and out is not the ‘real’ world the lesson rings true in a western society.
If we look at it like a game with a finish line like the AT, the ‘real’ world will never show us the money. Where one accomplishment gains satisfaction another obstacle pops out of nowhere, thus finding oneself now here ready to fight. A common occurrence in our lives distorting what it means to win, balance.
The story told to me as a youth of college, job, family, and retirement never jived with me. It wasn’t until I was caring for my father and he said that I was best accomplishment, even though we weren’t close. A parent’s win changes from the above to, he or she is a good person; kind, honest, and compassionate, and I brought them here.
But it wasn’t until he was close to death that this psyche set in. His bar was set on status, money, and education prior. Money was the main driver in securing a W for him and most others I found myself surrounded by. So I followed their lead. I fought from 5ft wherever combat presented itself and was too proud to ask for help. It took many years to reverse this programming and even today I struggle with it.
With so much injustice in the ‘real’ world a human being questions what kind of life and God is this? So we fight with anger, vengeance, and hate because if it wasn’t for them this would be paradise; a common theme on the Earth. But sometimes a Ghandi comes along and reminds us that violence begets violence. A real fight is one of ourselves.
Do we brawl with the opposition more than ourselves? Are they that powerful or is it ‘I’ who have gifted so much authority? Am I as forgiving to others as to myself? I’ll never forget when a boss said to me, “I could yell but I can I see you’re being much harder on yourself than I could be.”
Another lesson I learned on the AT was, it wasn’t man against nature, it was man with nature. It took 2 months in the mountains to figure that out but I’m thankful I remember. A war of worlds isn’t fought in the highest dimension for those emotions, thoughts, and acts do not exist there but they do on the Earth. Yes, one must live in the beauty and destruction of the 3-D in an avatar, experiencing pain, heartbreak, and agony but the fight is when does not accept that this is necessary for growth to occur on higher planes.
The wins and loses are just that, chalk marks on a board; cut down to their atoms, their insides swirling father apart than the Sun to the Earth (93 million miles). So why do I fight such much in the physical (4%) of the Universe instead of embracing it? To be right? To feel superior? To lead? Such things should be left to mortals, those who can’t remember who, what, and why they occupy space and time on the 3rd rock from Ra. What was the mission; the purpose?
Fuck it, I’ll fight or ponder the ‘why’. Either way I’m right. What power!
