The chips in life fall, but not always to the swift or the wise. What makes a good life? Family? Food? Fun? People? Power? An education and career? Good health? All of the above?
Then what makes an average life? Or, a life that’s fraught with pain and sorrow?
For most of us, there are good moments in a lifetime, and some moments we’d like to rewrite if we could. I have my list.
Looking back, for me, as it probably is for most of us, life has been a mixture of good and bad moments, and many that are somewhere in-between.
Arguably, a life is made up of many choices and circumstances and consequences, and those thousand little sins.
Sins. Numerous instances of daily life where we didn’t do what we should have when we could have.
For most of us, the sins of life are small; over time, they add up. An extra helping of dinner, a few extra pounds, a little less exercise.
A thousand little sins can bring us, later in life, the pain of attempting to return to good health following years of slowly avoiding the steps necessary to maintain health in the first place.
Or not. I’ve learned it just doesn’t always work that way.
A thousand little sins may kill you, perhaps on the third or fourth sin, or number 893.
Or not.
Circumstances befall us all, at some time or another. Winning a multi-million dollar lottery is a circumstance with consequences, perhaps the end result of a few sins; wasting money on a legitimized and sanctioned game with odds worse than Las Vegas.
For most, there’s a little less money in the pocket, but the dream carries on for another day.
Generally speaking, I can recognize some circumstances and consequences which may have been the result of one or more of my thousand little sins in life.
I once promised to call and talk to a friend who’d been ill. Before I knew it, the call was never made, and my friend had died unexpectedly.
For me, the consequence was living with some guilt that could have been avoided, and at times thinking that perhaps my own health problems were possibly the result of one or two of a thousand little sins.
That sounds too much like self made guilt in a circumstantial world, doesn’t it? I thought so.
Here’s a sentence my high school English teacher would love; red grading pencil tightly grasped in her wrinkled hand, a gleam in her eye as she counts the grade points I’ll suffer for creating such a monstrous creature disguised as a phrase:
We never always do everything we should do all the time.
In some convoluted way, though I’m not proud of it, and I’m sure I can do better, perhaps more succinct—that butchered phrase makes perfect sense to me; at a time when not much about life on earth makes much sense at all.
I can still hear her exasperated, scolding, tight-lipped admonition as the red marks flew, “Get to the point, Tera.”
Assume for a moment that King Solomon of the Bible was one of the wisest men ever to walk the earth. At Ecclesiastes 9:11, he wrote:
“I returned and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.”
Wisdom of the ages couched in phrases from generations long ago, in a book seldom read and less respected by the masses. How can that wise thought be summed up in today’s language?
Consider George Orwell’s take:
“Objective considerations of contemporary phenomena compel the conclusion that success or failure in competitive activities exhibits no tendency to be commensurate with innate capacity, but that a considerable element of the unpredictable must invariably be taken into account.”
A sin of over communicating the obvious?
In the final analysis of billions of lives through the ages, and the personal lists of thousands of sins committed, knowingly and unknown to and by all of us, remember what Tera Jean Patricks said about life on planet earth:
“Shit happens.”
Deal with it. Get over it. Tomorrow never comes if you live your life to the full today.
“We never always do everything we should do all the time.”
I hope your phrase lasts forever. Mine’s more mudane: “Never put off to the day after what you could do tomorrow”.
Are you transcribing your thoughts to Ms. Hamby for posting, dear lady? I wouldn’t normally ask, but your spelling is letter-perfect and even your red-pencil phrase makes perfect sense. Normally, I wouldn’t be concerned, but this is clearly a departure from Ms. Patricks’ usual fare.
Philosophical thoughts… What a wonderful use for a Mac and a Mac website! Technical aspects of a machine are certainly worthy of discussion, as is the usability of software that runs thereon, but the ultimate testament of a system’s utility is in its productivity which extends far beyond the sum of its parts. I like what you’re doing. Please don’t stop.
Hugs,
… JJ
I once read a brief but negative philosophical view of life:
“Life’s a bitch. Then you die.”
While that may sound crass, harsh, and diminish the good in life, it sums up life for the vast majority of mankind.
We gain but a few moments of pleasure and happiness while struggling against any and all and ourselves, then we perish, never to be heard from again.
Increasingly what I find makes a good life is growth, development, not standing still and not leaving this world the same person you were when you entered it. Maybe there is no meaning to life and this is simply a random sequence of events that has led us here. But on the chance there is meaning, I choose to believe this life is a “growth laboratory” of sorts.
I hate to think that all we have learned goes ultimately for naught in a flicker of time. I want to believe that anything which has meaning must endure or be self-sustaining.
I think few if any of us would go through the rigors to learn a foreign language, learn to master a musical instrument, etc, if we would be told that afterwards we would retain our expertise for no more than a single minute. Yes, the process of learning itself has rewards, but we want also to apply what we have learned to some good end. And thus our accumulated life lessons must endure—that is, if they are to have meaning.
So that’s my brief take on it. It’s less where we wind up in life than that we have been in motion and that we leave not only with acquired “head knowledge” but that a few lessons have come to be woven into the fabric of what we are so that by simply “being” we apply the lessons.
I consider Earth to be a sort of gymnasium for emotional and spiritual development. It’s no picnic going through life, even as it has some joys, but ultimately we are the better for it, (just as it’s no picnic to put ourselves through a physical regimen at a health club either, but our bodies are the better for it).
And as we grow and develop, so do we enrich the lives of others and become teachers for others and repay what we have learned.
So there you have it; I am now exposed as being not quite the cynic I have played in certain roles.
Reading this after your death gives it a whole new meaning.
You never knew the majority of your readers but you touched our lives.
Thank you Tera.
Was this really the last thoughts of a dying person?
It seems bleak and sorroful but then again she was in a different place. at last peace Tera
i don’t know who you are, but i miss you……enough said……i’m positive you’ve touched more people that’s you’ll ever know….thank you.
Just 2 notes here: on thinking, if only for a moment or two a day, about how to live, and on George Orwell.
Reading this after Tera’s death does indeed put a different spin on things, but the value of her thinking is its simplicity—think about how you wish to live. It doesn’t afford easy answers, and choices are still difficult and fraught with consequences seen and unseen, but it does help us have more of a sense of place and purpose in the world, though these can never be final or finished.
The second point is just to clarify on behalf of George Orwell (same guy authored 1984). It seems Tera’s text might be a bit misleading to those who haven’t read Orwell’s “Politics and the English Language.” Orwell was a strident proponent of skilled and ethical language, and PEL is a must-read for anyone interesting in improving their writing and/or thinking about the problems inherent in writing and communication. In this article he was vilifying “modern” usage, and the way we too often allow “ready-made phrases” to jump into our sentences end up doing bureaucracy-speak. In the article Orwell is praising the phrasing of Ecclesiastes, and only translates it into “modern” phrasing to point out how horrific it is. Also, just to be clear, King Solomon never wrote that—the text is the King James Bible, which was translated and eventually published in 1611, and created some of the best verse/prose ever written in the English lanaguage. None of this is to undercut Tera’s points here, which are valuable in their own light—just clarification for the curious.
Condolences to Tera’s family, Bambi, and friends—
Steve
My mind couldn’t descramble Orwell’s quote. But I liked Mincey’s honest questions on Why are we here and What is the point.
When I was a young teen, I was very fortunate to stumble upon a book about Steve Jobs (and Apple) called The Journey is the Reward. I think that title is also a Buddhist enlightenment. Much more than the destination, it is the journey that counts and it is while on that journey that you find reward, meaning and satisfaction.
I find much truth in that. And the older I get and the more I see people doing 20 things at once, none of them very well, the more I appreciate another gold nugget: Be Here Now.
Which seems to contradict The Journey concept. The reward is NOW. Focus. Take it in. Do your best. Be present.
Who knows. Maybe the Journey is only rewarding in hindsight.
Perhaps somewhere between Be Here Now and that Journey lies our meaning and purpose.
Then you listen to Woz and realize maybe he’s onto something with his 4 Fs: Great Food, Friends, Family & Fun. It’s not as deep, but it’s tangible and involves stimulating our senses.
I’m going to put my $ on the great Woz. Pass the Grey Poupon!
- and thank you, Tera, for allowing us all to participate in your wonderful, thoughtful musings.
Too serious to understand, too serious to be so. Life is hard and we are kings of our lives. Nice post, but all shoud be simple a think. Thanks