Awareness comes with age; this is yet another motivation to rejoice these mid-life years. Mindfulness, consciousness, and responsiveness are discoveries that embrace me within the reassuring arms of perpetual renewal and daily amazement.
Every day I find myself pondering some novel state of being that I totally missed in my youth. More than once a day, I seem to ask myself, “how did I miss this or that?” How could I have wasted so much time on self-pity and drama, when all of nature is right here before me to explore and discover, how much time have I misused being perfectly silly?
It appears to me that at around age thirty-five, I began to drop one by one my many veils and see myself as a real and exquisite work of human art. At around age forty, I began to find that true compassion for others is the path to tolerance, understanding and serenity in life.
At around age fifty, I began to see all of nature and all of humanity as miraculous and courageous. I began to commiserate our common struggles and our fierce need for nurture and meaning. Around this age, I began to see myself as a student of this life experience, as a spirit wearing flesh. I began investigating explanations that I passionately desire to understand or at least somewhat comprehend.
The older I get, the less I understand, and yet, this knowledge has me reveling in innocent merriment.
Awareness leads me into a powerful romance within the sincerest gossamer realms of my spirit. Awareness leads me toward a deeper intimacy to a keen awareness of the joys of living a life of purposefulness upon the planet.
Awareness allows me to see the world with fresh eyes and to fall victim to its beauty and wonder with each dawn.