We come into life naked and alone. We leave the same way.
Ebb and flow we go — being right, and feeling right, about anything — and feeling righteous.
It doesn’t matter at all if we are alone and not able to share something meaningful with someone meaningful. Without that, we are all adrift.
Me too, because nobody else cares or needs to care or worries about the rightness or righteousness of our viewpoint — nobody does.
It might have been good if I’d come to a better understanding of this principle earlier on, but I must have missed class the day this fundamental truth was taught.
It should have caught up to me, somewhere between puberty and ‘mid-life crisis time,’ but it didn’t.
And I skipped the mid-life crisis too, so I missed that opportunity to learn this.
We come into life naked and alone.
We leave the same way.
Nothing fixes or alters that truth along our journey, we find or make magic for a while if we are lucky. Sometimes we make children or find partners, and sometimes we re-find a refined version of possibility — we pinch ourselves and struggle through. Siblings, friends and colleagues come and go, close-ones and barely-there-ones ebb and flow, come and go, and we are filled and emptied.
And filled up and emptied again …
Then, when we least expect magical moments* to show up, they do, and our life changes in ways we didn’t imagine. That happened to me numerous times in my past. In hindsight, those events get labeled for the circumstances/life-changing events they were — forks in the life-road, and when we trace back to understand relationships that have become essential to our experience/character, and most paths have many forks.
Nine months ago was not an explosion of fireworks or a floodgate of events — it was just coffee, then a picnic, and then nine months flew by. Who knew?
*look back on your best experiences, best relationships, growth as a person — and I’ll wager there is a powerful zig-zag of events starting from an innocuous beginning because the best ones seem to start that way