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 the external explorations of a child has matured into the internal inquisition of a well aged man, 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 from every area of my being 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 bliss in the ritual of it all. I am grateful!
Homeostasis, the natural rhythm of living organisms. To hold a state of balance for more than a moment in the mist of dissent is sublime. Beyond the books, the courses, teachings and surface chatter lays the soul — whatever that may be. Self study remains my highest form of education and truth. Like most, social construct has made its mark upon my thoughts but for as long as I can remember, it seems my world has inevitably unfolded from within.
There is a deep sense of gratitude that once evaded my grasp, that I am becoming more acquainted with. And the more frequently I am able to access it, the longer I am able to hold it, the more complete I feel. In the presence of my own presence there is no shortage and all absence is returned — to see that nothing I once sought exists apart from me, as an independent or self actualized entity. I can not be anything more than what already is, for what I seek, I am already in possession of but to find joy in the whiff of incense, the patterns of smoke afloat on air or dancing motes in a stream of light through a window in a quiet room, the tailored waves of grain etched upon a hard wood floor, to know that no destiny is predetermined but privately designed, not shaped by society’s shepherds but welded in the workshop of a mind, for this, I am rapt — 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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