Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything-
Our appetite for wealth, the latest and greatest, and material gain isn’t driven by any sort of “hardship“, but by our own, deep-rooted inner discontent.
I was convinced that I could buy my way to happiness after all the years of abuse I put myself, and my family through. I believed that my discontent was wrought from hardship, and that the only way to permanent fulfillment and well-being was the acquisition of things. Sadly, our society still measures “success” in terms of the quality and price of the “things” we can buy, the size of our house and salaries – the size of our manhood and Ego when we drop trough and boast about a new bike or whatever.
As much as I take comfort in casting blame on society for my faults, my Ego is what defines my role(s) in the material world; I am a father, I am an engineer, I am an avid cyclist. I am liar, I am a fakata of things in this thing called life. When asked to introduce or say a little bit about myself – I instantly define myself in the conscious realm, and my ego is hell-bent on pulling me away from my True Self.
The more I identify myself with the “I am … “, the less I am able to identify with the, me.
Don’t waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear-
Shrouded in our arrogance, we often believe time is never-ending. When in fact, the end of time, or at least this time, this moment as we are experiencing it … Is the one thing in our lives of which we can be absolutely certain of. If I may ask you this morning, why then, do we insist on spending these precious moments consumed with how many followers we have on WordPress, or perusing the trending topics on Reddit, rather than being fully engaged in this amazing moment in our lives?
This morning I woke up earlier than I normally do. I found myself paying more attention to “something” else. Rather than being fully engaged in the fleeting moments lying before me … Moments that, for their own reasons, are even more precious than most … I had my face buried in the screen on my iThingy, lighting up a still dark room. A none too subtle reflection of my enamored face switching between the weather app and the fantasy baseball app, reminded me of unwavering attention to my virtual world, and my increasingly wavering attention to my true self. This moment prompted me to pause, set down my gadget, thinking about just how much distraction we volunteer for in our daily lives, and how much these distractions impact what we have come to consider meaningful in our lives (my fantasy team stinks this season).
Figuring out and deciding what to fill each moment during the day with, is truly, the most challenge part living a life, in the moment.
The course of true love never did run smooth–
Letting go of “something” is perhaps the most promising mechanism to discovering your true self, and for me personally, this meant giving up running, being attached to “gadgets” and endlessly abusing my body competing.
Giving up fighting for something that should be naturally easy, can be enormously relieving. I went from wanting to run marathons and ultra events to needing them … Comforting the tenderest of heartache after a sour performance, surgeries, ice packs, and a lingering limp is all the self-knowledge and reflection that I need. Despite my losses – I now know that I have to put my health first. This knowledge has been immediately reparative and began a cascade of positive changes and feelings of well-being that I feel deeply in this very moment: The first sip cup of coffee in the morning after riding to work.
As I slowly went through the process, grieving the loss of who I thought I wanted to be, and others thought they wanted to be through me by proxy … I also experienced the soreness and pain this “something” brought into my life. Not wanting to experience this pain again, I began to reflect on who I was, and what I truly need for ultimate fulfillment: Family and Friends, a good book, thousands of miles of gravel roads, and a quiet spot to practice yoga – no mat needed!
This kind of reflection, when done gently and over a period of time – Is pretty damn cool! Have a beautiful weekend and please take care!
To all of my faithful and supportive readers … Thank you for your continued support!!!
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them-
For more than just a “few” years humanity has co-existed with nature and bicycles. We have passionately learned from both of these. We have watched corn fields grow and soy beans sprout gently rolling by a farmer’s field early one crisp summer morning. If our intentions are set, we can tap into the ever-expanding wisdom and presence unfolding in front of our eyes: Witnessing storms brewing on the horizon with an ever-present eye, listening to the road grinding away beneath you.
In these awe-inspiring moments we are true to ourselves and our intentions are pure.
Riding on a crunchy gravel road recently I learned of the precious, limited time I have to experience nature and more importantly, the respect I have for her. Scanning the road ahead of me I spot some familiar animal friends, my humble teachers this afternoon. These creatures – robins, red tail hawks, field mice and the occasional frog and skunk have taught me to live in the moment, to switch off my “ego” and to be at peace with myself and my surroundings. Don’t believe what I am saying?!? Freak out near a skunk … I look on, as small intimate farms and families begin to form up ahead to my right, a family picnic with elders playing with the little ones. I find myself thinking how the cycle of life is never permanent, our modern society clings to life and lives in constant fear of death. There is nothing to fear out here, when we begin to understand our kindred relationship with nature the eternal, we will chuckle at the unnecessary, wasted energy we put into fearing the inevitable.
As my mind returns to the present moment, We have lost so much of ourselves running/cycling toward fruitless dreams. The intuitive gifts we once cherished in our youth have all but disappeared under the illusion of material gain, a race medal, t-shirt, finish line Vine video. Our once blessed and sacred connection with nature and with all life has been weakened almost beyond repair. As people litter the side of the road with empty liquor bottles, garbage, their unwanted McDonald’s sack, they remain completely unaware of the damaging and lasting effect their actions hold.
Let’s face it, it’s not cool in today’s world to admit we are but children of this amazing planet. Born out of nature, each day the sun rises we are graciously given the opportunity to experience the beauty within her. Every moment is a gift, especially while riding a bike, grinding gravel in Nebraska.
Wind Can’t Stop … <— Must Click Link folks!!!