There always are times when we worry about the future. This bad thing that is about to happen or the even worse one that comes after that. Worrying about future events is normal. Almost everyone does it.
But here’s the thing. The future as we imagine it will never come. Think about it. We have only the present. So why do we beat ourselves up with fear of the future so much? Probably because we don’t know our own minds very well.
I’m a big fan of Insight Meditation. It helps one to focus on the what’s happening right now. Do that and the future takes care of itself.
There is something about train travel that helps people enter a meditative state. The sound, the motion and the blurry world rushing by seems to put most people into a peaceful quiet place….at least for a while. Too bad it can’t last longer.
We have a friend named Gilmore, a bright, nice and very successful lawyer. Driving by this local joint the other day I got out to the car to grab this photo to send to him. In the email transmitting it I said something flippant about his “new career”. We had a fun exchange of thoughts about his career options and I then forgot about the whole thing.
I just stumbled upon this image again and damned if I don’t think that what started as a casual snapshot taken to make a joke is also a decent photograph of working Maine.
The blocky shapes the balanced signage, the blue-green-red colors and of course the front-door-featured word and image of our state mascot Mr. Lobster tells the casual visitor that this place is proud of itself. Not conceited mind you. That’s not the Maine way bubbah. But it knows what it is and is satisfied with doing a very good job being just that.
This pretty monochrome underscores the fact that so much of what we consider beautiful depends on color. Saying it another way. The photograph is pretty but not beautiful
This sign was in a bookstore in San Francisco. I took its picture rather haphazardly with nothing in particular in mind. I’ve been laid up in bed for a few days and stumbled across it just now.
Looking at it again, it struck me that one of the best things anybody can do with their lives is to serve as a door which through which others may pass. A door that, when open, leads to a new and better world.
I recently read a book by the philosopher Alan Watts titled “The Book..On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are”. I found it very troubling because it postulates that our concept of ourselves as having individual existence and identity is totally false because it ignores the interdependence of all things and events. Yet the more I read and thought about it the more sense it made.
If you want to get a real existential slap in the face by a writer who makes a brilliant case for the falsehood of our concept of separateness get “The Book” because I guarantee it opens a door to a world you’ve never imagined.
Amazon sells it.