The Final Act.
"Live each day as it is your last."
"Be mindful of such moments, for this too shall pass."
"Do not take for granted what you have now, for someone else would kill for it."
Like the ingredients to a cookie, each one a critical element. The eggs, the butter, flour, sugar, baking soda even, a fine chemical equation erupts as heat serves as the catalyst to ignite a reaction. We too have our own ingredients that make the moment what it is.
Our personality, our experience, our intricate way of seeing something, all necessary to make the moment, this moment, what it is. No two moments are alike. Just like no moment for me is the same as the moment for you. To analyze and compare the moments, would mean to take my past isolated moment, and your past isolated moment and compare them side by side, and who benefits from that? Considering that moment will never happen again, and that we used future moments to compare past moments, for what?
There is no goal with the last paragraph other than to acknowledge the fact that is all we have is the moment and that moment washes into others, and more and more, like a wave, never taken in isolation, but as a whole, washing over previous moments, where one begins and another stops we are not very sure. However, it is the act, as a whole, that is the point here. There is no goal. There is intent, like wanting to accomplish something, however the action in getting there is what life actually consists of.
Think of the thing, an accomplishment, you want in this life more than anything else. Think of what it would be like to achieve that thing. Maybe it is to make one million dollars. Now, let's say that you check your account tomorrow and there is a seven-figure number that pops up, you did it!
Now what?
OK, the initial rush of things to buy, pay off, people to help, businesses to create, of maybe a few trips to take, but let that pass. Going further into what that accomplishment means. It's there. Done. Over. Yet, wasn't the action in getting there the entire point of life? Aren't we constantly striving towards something? Something that may be superficial, lose 20 pounds, or righteous, to have a friend convert to Christianity. It is the action, the work that is life.
Maybe I am just speaking to myself. Maybe this is something that people have understood better than I. However, as an absorber of current social climates, it seems sometimes that the goal is all that matters, and if it is achieved, and outright claimed, then its that, or nothing. When in reality, what do we have but the actions to get there.
Like going to the gym with a goal of looking better, losing weight, building muscle, all that. Its torture if that's all you get from it. The gym is literally the worst place in the world if you are going to look for change with every single session. There has to be something more on the journey than just the end goal. Something that is gained each and every day, each and every session, each movement, each exhale and inhale, focus, breath, life, concentrate. Maybe this is it. Maybe that one dumbbell shoulder raise is what the real purpose is, the act, the action. Concentration and mindfulness are such a common sense way to approach life, yet, people fail to practice it. Maybe the gym, with the concentration on one more, in that moment, is life summed up.
Goals are great, it keeps us striving towards something, measures progress, measures the path we are on and how what we are choosing to do to determine if our actions are in accordance with this goal or not, however, the action itself cannot be overlooked. The action is life, for the ultimate goal, or nature of man, is death. We die. These bodies do anyway. So, try not to obsess so much on the achievement, but the path to get there.
Castle-Broken: when appearances are everything, a book I wrote available here. A less philosophical, more materialistic, approach about my own obsessions with obtaining an ideal body and the mental health diagnosis of Muscle Dysmorphia and the destruction it causes, followed by treatment options.
God Bless.
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"Be mindful of such moments, for this too shall pass."
"Do not take for granted what you have now, for someone else would kill for it."
Like the ingredients to a cookie, each one a critical element. The eggs, the butter, flour, sugar, baking soda even, a fine chemical equation erupts as heat serves as the catalyst to ignite a reaction. We too have our own ingredients that make the moment what it is.
Our personality, our experience, our intricate way of seeing something, all necessary to make the moment, this moment, what it is. No two moments are alike. Just like no moment for me is the same as the moment for you. To analyze and compare the moments, would mean to take my past isolated moment, and your past isolated moment and compare them side by side, and who benefits from that? Considering that moment will never happen again, and that we used future moments to compare past moments, for what?
There is no goal with the last paragraph other than to acknowledge the fact that is all we have is the moment and that moment washes into others, and more and more, like a wave, never taken in isolation, but as a whole, washing over previous moments, where one begins and another stops we are not very sure. However, it is the act, as a whole, that is the point here. There is no goal. There is intent, like wanting to accomplish something, however the action in getting there is what life actually consists of.
Think of the thing, an accomplishment, you want in this life more than anything else. Think of what it would be like to achieve that thing. Maybe it is to make one million dollars. Now, let's say that you check your account tomorrow and there is a seven-figure number that pops up, you did it!
Now what?
OK, the initial rush of things to buy, pay off, people to help, businesses to create, of maybe a few trips to take, but let that pass. Going further into what that accomplishment means. It's there. Done. Over. Yet, wasn't the action in getting there the entire point of life? Aren't we constantly striving towards something? Something that may be superficial, lose 20 pounds, or righteous, to have a friend convert to Christianity. It is the action, the work that is life.
Maybe I am just speaking to myself. Maybe this is something that people have understood better than I. However, as an absorber of current social climates, it seems sometimes that the goal is all that matters, and if it is achieved, and outright claimed, then its that, or nothing. When in reality, what do we have but the actions to get there.
Like going to the gym with a goal of looking better, losing weight, building muscle, all that. Its torture if that's all you get from it. The gym is literally the worst place in the world if you are going to look for change with every single session. There has to be something more on the journey than just the end goal. Something that is gained each and every day, each and every session, each movement, each exhale and inhale, focus, breath, life, concentrate. Maybe this is it. Maybe that one dumbbell shoulder raise is what the real purpose is, the act, the action. Concentration and mindfulness are such a common sense way to approach life, yet, people fail to practice it. Maybe the gym, with the concentration on one more, in that moment, is life summed up.
Goals are great, it keeps us striving towards something, measures progress, measures the path we are on and how what we are choosing to do to determine if our actions are in accordance with this goal or not, however, the action itself cannot be overlooked. The action is life, for the ultimate goal, or nature of man, is death. We die. These bodies do anyway. So, try not to obsess so much on the achievement, but the path to get there.
Castle-Broken: when appearances are everything, a book I wrote available here. A less philosophical, more materialistic, approach about my own obsessions with obtaining an ideal body and the mental health diagnosis of Muscle Dysmorphia and the destruction it causes, followed by treatment options.
God Bless.
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