A dose of salts for the ego
I have an opportunity to speak with the elderly on a regular bases. I find it enriching, humorous, and a dose of reality; the reality that flushes through ego like the proverbial dose of salts.
Speaking with the elderly I find enriching because of the vast life experiences they have to share, and experience is a great teacher. If not the greatest in fact. Albert Einstein went as far as to say, The only source of knowledge is experience.
They also have some of the funniest stories to tell, often based on personal life lessons.
The dose of reality part comes in the form of the purity of truth they share. Sometimes there’s a little bitterness attached to the message, other times a measure of sadness and regret but it is always truthful and pure. And pure truth slices through ego like that famed hot knife though butter.
One such recent dose of reality was this: I was, I was, but now I’m not.
This came within the context of a discussion regarding a lady’s past. She was telling me how in the prime of her life she had it all. “And now,” she said, “Look at me, old and useless. I have nothing.” She then looked away sadly and uttered those words, “I was, I was, but now I’m not.”
Within that short sentence rests a great truth. When a life is spent steadfastly and blindly pursuing ego offerings, the outcome is assured. The body withers and finally ceases up, no longer able to pursue, the end comes clearly in sight. Only then does ego reveal its truth; it has all been for nothing. All that’s left to pray for is a swift and painless release from the wretchedness and deep regret.
There is no sin, folks. There is only the tragedy of wasting time on crap that only leads you deeper into the ego muck pile.
You know what diamonds, gold, vast sums of cash and power over your fellows are—Judas Rams. Stop following or there you’ll be dribbling and muttering, I was, I was, but now …
It doesn’t need to be like that. Not at all.
How your life turns out, whether you wish to hear it or not, is determined by the choices you make. Many have come to teach that love is the answer, the cure and the way. And that is true. Love is the answer to the ills of the world. Until Love is accepted as such however, it may as well be acid rain. Nothing can help until the choice to allow it to is made. The Creator himself can but look on until invited to assist. First comes the choice, than follows everything else.