My morning contemplation brought insight into the importance allowing has to being. The more I attempt to control myself or others in anyway the further I am from the present moment and to my own beingness. Allowing may be one of the hardest things for a person raised in our western society to do. We are conditioned towards doing and achieving. Usually this leads to having some kind of agenda involving competition and also a never ending pursuit of happiness, a seeking and striving for some perfect finish line where we feel we have reached success.
I learned at a very young age (kindergarten, I believe) that the hare missed out on all the beautiful things along the road towards the finish line because he was in such a hurry to get there and to win the race. I have lived my life at a very slow pace (like the tortoise). This has been a blessing and a curse. I have often felt the value I have for the present moment and taking it all in has not been shared by those around me. I could not speed up and they could not slow down. I could not be anything other than who I was and neither could they. It has seemed at times that nature and animals were my only true companions. Humans seemed so preoccupied to get somewhere other than where they were.
I am not suggesting as adults we don’t need to be responsible and contribute, of course we do. But I think if we give more attention to what is to come than “what is”, we miss a lot and we miss the people in our lives. I think the term getting ahead of ourselves speaks for itself.
My barometer has not been winning or happiness, it has been presence and peace. It has also been fullness of being, which includes the good, the bad and the ugly of humanity, feelings and all, to be wholly human, knowing that I can never transcend the human condition, but I can embrace it.
There is no escape or bypass from the human condition. But when we accept this, everything becomes sacred, everything becomes a miracle.