The wisdom we gain as life unwinds are the mistakes reclaimed by lessons through time. Nearly sixty five years have passed and I am still intrigued — curious about the nature of things and how they come to be.
What began as extraneous youthful exploration has matured into the internal inquisition of an elder, yet, it is still a life full of wonder. The more I examine my existence, the more excited I feel about the present possibilities, and less afraid to push the boundaries that appear to bind who I am. Many of the beliefs I once held about what is, no longer seem relevant and the desire to live more efficiently has demanded greater simplicity as life ripens. For me, there has never really been any separation between the physical and spiritual. Religion, diet, exercise or training of some sort, have always functioned towards a single purpose — to improve self. Though my ideology and practices have constantly changed, evolved or maybe just revolved, I still find enormous joy, even moments of paradise in the ritual of it all. I am grateful!
All forms of life seek homeostasis. To hold a state of balance in the mist of dissent, is bliss. Beyond the books, courses, teachings and surface chatter lays the soul — whatever that may be. Self study remains my highest form of education and truth. Within self lays the answer to the eternal question. It is the most worthy of all subjects to be studied. Like most, social conceptions have left there mark upon my thoughts but for as long as I can remember, it seems, my world has inevitably unfolded from within.
I am becoming more acquainted with a deep sense of gratitude that once evaded my grasp. The more frequently I’m able to gain access to it, the longer I am able to reside within its bosom and the more complete I feel. In my own presence there is no shortage, all absence is returned to the present. To know that nothing I once sought exists apart from me, as an independent or self actualized entity. I cannot be anything more than what already is. What I seek, I am already in possession of.
The texture of silence in the morning, to find joy in a whiff of incense, the patterns of smoke afloat the air, to witness the dance of motes within a stream of sun light beamed through the window in a quite room, to feel the grainy waves of oak innately etched into the hard wood floor beneath my feet and to know that no destiny is predetermined but personally designed; not shaped by social construct but wielded in the workshop of my mind, for this, I am raptured — gratitude undefined.
I am thankful for so many things but more than anything, the feeling that comes with understanding, I am already in possession of everything.
by K. Osei
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