Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
What control? What choice?
This morning after some real-body-floor exercises, my nose started bleeding. So suddenly and without warning. This event reminded me of recent conversations I have had with friends and acquaintances about “control.” This “nose-bleed”-event was a clear example that I do not control my life. On the contrary, Life has control over me.
Subsequently, with a tiny piece of cotton up my nostril, I proceeded to take my slightly delayed early morning walk and while striding up and down the hill in the neighborhood I felt surrounded by “life” and felt immersed in it, as if on the crest of a giant wave, pushing forward.
The words “control” and “choice” are very satisfactory type terms, used to give a sense of power, and a feel that I may have a “say” over my actions. After my retirement, I have been pondering the value of these two words, and slowly but surely, I have come to the conclusion that they are nonsensical. I haven’t come to the point that I have alternative terms for my day-to-day conversation, but it is crazy to think that, we, microscopic specks in the universe, can control our lives and that we have a choice in the matter.
Your thoughts?